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
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.
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