submission for Poetics at dVerse. We are given a Birthstone to write into our poem by Lil. september's arrival pluto's parabloa heightens intuition regarding evolution So my poem is of course an Acrostic of (Sapphire) and this poem is based on a quick search for the Astrology of my Birth date 19/09/1963. I found something … Continue reading sapphire so good
The Beeline was a sponsored walk for Tinto Music and Arts and a seperate blog was written to cover the journey....So…the walk has happened…we raised a pile of cash ( currently at £2300 and rising…)…so what now? We intend to keep blogging about the Bee in all it’s wonder. We have i… Source: Bee-yond the … Continue reading Bee-yond the Beeline Walk
My ERS training in Kuala Lumpur is complete and so now I am free to attend other workshops leading up to the conference in Port Dixon and beyond. A multitude of choices. A sumptuous feast of rhythmical proportions. I was about to get my fill. Djembe, my first love in the drum world. A … Continue reading Rhythm Heals Part 2
Wonderful blog…for Dear Deers everywhere xxx
In the ancient nature religions (in which the divine was often perceived as feminine) it was the female horned reindeer who reigned as the great goddess of the north and she was much associated with winter solstice. It was when we “Christianized” the pagan traditions of winter, that the white bearded man i.e. “Father Christmas” was born.
Today he chariots Rudolph and his steed of flying reindeer across our mythical skies and we have forgotten the power of the Deer Mother, the female horned Reindeer. Stronger and larger than the buck, it is she who leads the herds.
And it is her beloved image that adorns the Christmas cards and Yule decorations we are so familiar with today. Because, unlike the male who sheds his antlers in winter, it is the Deer Mother, who flies through winter’s longest darkest night with life-giving light of the sun in her horns.
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At a recent Gathering I took part in a Mugwort Initiation ceremony. I have until now had no interest in plants or plant spirit medicine ( Ayauasca, Peyote etc) but something about this native plant, Artemisia Vulgaris, called me to attend. I had a visionary experience. A coming together of many threads of my life, … Continue reading Artemisia Vulgaris
it took a while searching among the debris always finding nothing there was of course a lot of it debris that is accumulated piles of everything bad in that dark place there must be something here something time after time i came up empty handed nothing there it's as if the pile of dark matter … Continue reading This tiny ember
.....in the sound of drums being played....being played with a feeling that is, at it's core, of funkiness....and in the voices of those very drums intertwined in a conversation that takes us deeper into our own being and into a wide and shared present smile. .......in the centre of the circle, being the most present … Continue reading Where am i?