Sunday, May 30, 2010
Shhhh, I think we should be quieter now that the sun has lost its strength for a while........the days are noticeably shorter, & the trees in my garden have kindly decided it is time to brighten things up a bit, now that the flowers are fading away.......
Listen children: whilst I wasn't looking, & as the cold rain moistened the soil, another hoard of faery folk must have moved in. There are now so many little toadstools everywhere, I suspect it has become a faery metropolis around here. They just move in quietly when you least expect them, then there's that special feeling - something is different....... Oh, they are secretive indeed!
Whilst I stir my fire & keep myself warm inside my house, they enchant my garden......
At night I have heard the foxes barking, & possums munch loudly amongst the tree tops. Daytime caroling currawongs & magpies rule the air, whilst kookaburras sit quietly, waiting for a fat worm to appear in the wet grass. King parrots & rosellas come to my window begging some seed, which I must give in my hand, lest the greedy cockatoos chase them off. In the valley below, I hear the sylvan song of the resident lyrebird. I can't imagine how anyone could feel lonely in this place. These wild animals are so familiar & interact with such trust & gentleness. There are wallaby, deer & wombats that are very shy, & usually only venture out at night. I wish people would drive more slowly. Much of the time these creatures are only noticed when their bodies are left on the side of the road after they have been hit by cars. We need to remember the bush moves more slowly than a car........
Under the cover of darkness & a blanket of leaves, there is much activity that I believe will become apparent when Spring graces the garden once again, but for now, it's quietly, softly, gently....don't disturb the damp soil too much or you will spoil its structure......let it be a bit wild, the trees making lace for the soft, velvety darkness of Winter...........
This week I've been raking mountains of golden leaves, which seem to cover everything constantly. I don't mind at all. They are beautiful in colour as well as form, & they smell wonderful. The Autumn smells always take me back in time, to playing as my parents worked their own beloved garden, then moving forward in time, to when my own children were the ones playing, & I was the one working. It was hard yakka then, but the now memories have softened. I look at these children, now grown into fine men, & know it was a good life for them. I feel at peace with my life, as my own rhythm slows with the declining light.
Much seems to be brewing over this time. There are 4 new projects in my sphere of knowing this week. I wonder which ones will come to fruition? As this is the traditional time of incubation, I am happy to mull & muse & dream over them all. The ones that manifest will be the strong ones. It's interesting to me that all of these projects involve other people. In previous years, I tried to manifest projects alone, & only a few came to light, due to my fluctuating enthusiasm, or lack of confidence. I will be interested to see what happens with this year's batch. Sharing responsibility & a renewed focus upon community may mean I have the pleasure of participating in something wonderful, rather than feeling as if I must make everything I've dreamed up a big success! I do believe people need each other as much as ever they did. The world is feeling bigger every day, yet it means so much for each person to be appreciated as an individual, rather than fade into the blur of faces in a crowd. Hmmmm, hence blogging, I suppose!
I have been drawing, so something's going well. I'm knitting more stripey socks as too. I like to make things from waste yarn. It's challenging to make the colours sing in harmony, although I do cheat & use purchased yarn to "tie it together". Recycling yarn from opp. shops into warm snuggly socks & gloves makes me feel virtuous, as I'm making good use of resources, but it also makes me feel nurtured, as I can create beautiful things with a huge variety of colours & textures.
The wind today is very blustery, & I must get this blog into cyberspace before the power goes off due to falling branches. Until next time,
Blessings of Winter's Velvety Softness
Friday, May 21, 2010
Hello Dears, Yes, Miss Marigold had a big adventure this week. She visited South Australia with her two Dear Lady friends, Hazel & Lily. Haven't they done a nice job with the imagery? Not sure who snapped the portrait, but thank you Dears, for the picture, but more than that, for your most excellent company.
We stayed in a lovely beach house with a beautiful friend who invited us to a most wonderful Pagan festival in the Adelaide Hills. It was called The English Ale, & it was to celebrate the coming of Winter. I enjoyed myself so much that this week has been quite a blur of thoughts, ideas & feelings.
I have written a couple of songs, & am now about to begin a drawing. My creative energy levels have risen at last. I now realise I need to get away in the company of like-minded folk more frequently. The spiritual element of the weekend can not be stressed too highly as a great motivator for expressing myself creatively. I do not separate spiritual practice from day-to-day living, as it is all a way of life.
It was most interesting to attend the first Druids of Oz meeting, & listen to ways in which others experience & practice this originally Northern Hemisphere tradition in the Southern Hemisphere. Phew! There were some very learned & influential people there. Your Marigold was honoured to be part of it. I look forward to the development of this group. It is a great opportunity to share in the evolution of a tradition.
As people move around the Earth, their spiritual practices must perhaps necessarily change in order to have relevance in new environments. The Druidic tradition is strongly connected to the land & the local environment. "Gods" & Goddesses" of the Celtic lands were more local spirits of place than the classical deities. So, it is important for those of us who want to have a close relationship with our current home environment to find ways in which we can keep drawing on the wisdom of the past, as well as discover wisdom for the future.
Sadly, I haven't done much in my own garden this week. I am harvesting lots of rocket, broccolli, spring onions & silverbeet. There are tons of Jerusalem artichokes. I will have to do a bit more work this weekend, as I need to plant some lemons & berries soon.
Autumn leaves from my big Copper Beeches threaten to bury the house, but how I love their rich golden light reflected in the pale sunshine.
Winter chills the air. I must light my fire before evening falls. Scampini, my assistant, is sighing. It is nearly time for his dinner. Dampness is falling. The Earth breathes in........
Blessings to you all, & may there be Peace on Earth.