This morning I was deeply saddened to hear the news that someone special had died recently. To most it would seem that we had crossed paths a few times and that was all. To me, Mr F represented so much more than that. When we first met (18th Jan 2015), it was to go on a Shamanic walk of the forest. We met in the front garden of the host and upon seeing me for the first
Hello Simplicity! , I love you.
If you could tell the world anything today, what would you say? I still find freedom of expression a tricky one. Writing for me satisfies the river of words, feelings, emotions that build up inside me that just wants OUT. I have many dams in place under the names of fear, worry, overthinking (will people like what I write, will they care, will this make me sound x,y,z,). Rather than just writing for the sheer joy of it.
Hello Fairy Staff! , I love you
Last night I spent time looking how to decorate my new staff. Allow me to tell ye the tale of how it came upon my life. . . Some weeks ago I was walking with my Shamanic family. It was certainly a day of discovery and dreamweaving. We happened upon a tree where upon we tied ribbons as symbols of our future dreams. We found a beautiful water feature in a field, a telltale sign that more