One hump or two !!
May 31, 2009
Beautiful day, hot, blue skies ………….. driving through Glynde, top down, wind in my hair. Out of the corner of my eye my a brown blur, my intuition was telling me it was a camel!! How random I thought, so turned around and went back to look. Sure enough there standing in his magnificent wild splendor at the far end of the field stood this gorgeous camel. Seeing me, he walked over, so tall! and so friendly, he just loved me stroking his nose and kept pushing me with his head for more! and when I attempted to photograph him he tried to engulf my lens.
This fine specimen is actually Camelus Bactrianus, a Bactrian camel for short! and his original home would have been Mongolia: a place I visited many years ago, but thats another story, a long one!
Standing about 9ft tall with fairly long shaggy hair with and very upright humps! A sure sign he is well fed and looked after. When a camel is on a long trek and food is scarce it starts to use its stored fat and the “humps” become floppy and lean to one side!!
I read when a camel comes into your life it means that more than ever to trust your intuition for guidance, paying close attention to your senses and what they’re telling you. That we have a lot more energy and durability for the task ahead than we think we do. The road ahead maybe difficult and wewont have a lot of support,we must take it with complete trust that we have everything we need within us and that we will succeed.
It ended by saying ”you’ll never want for anything” !!

photographers that inspire me
May 29, 2009
Ashes to Snow
May 29, 2009
Just had to share this its so hauntingly beautiful
From the Inside Looking Out
May 24, 2009
This is my piece of the world, the piece I look out onto every single day. This is the piece of my world that tells me all is as it should be.
What does your world look like? I guess very different to mine? Even if it was the same, maybe you’re my neighbour? …………………. Our world view would still be very different because it’s not just what we see that shapes our worlds, it’s our own individual life filter that we perceive the world through that shapes our perception.
‘Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it’,
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
abundance in Guatamala
May 15, 2009

Guatamala, so far away from here in the uK, so colourful and full of abundance. My dear friend has been traveling around south america, I noticed these images on her travel blog and really felt drawn to post them on my pages.
Moon Meditation
May 14, 2009
A beautiful meditation to call in the moon

Catch the building wave of the waxing moon to provide momentum for new projects, initiatives and life passions.
Draw upon the power of the Full Moon to bring Creative force to actualization
Allow the Waning Moon to support the process of surrender and release at the end of each cycle
Embrace the stillness of the Dark Moon to reflect and recharge
Take three deep breaths ~ breathing in stillness, breathing out tension. Relax. You are here to open to the magical blessings of the Moon. Focus on your intention for a moment, and then release it.
Connect to the silver-liquid light pouring down from the Moon. It is a river of radiance flowing down upon you, streaming into your crown chakra at the top of your head, flowing over your skin, infusing your aura with silver energy. Allow the energy in your crown to flow down into your head & into your Third Eye chakra, to your throat chakra spilling down your arms with radiant light, into your heart, your solar plexus, deep into your sacral chakra flowing down your leg & to your root at the base of your spine … allow the energy to flow through you & down into the Earth again in a continuous stream. It may help to say quietly to yourself:
I am a vessel of moonlight …
I am one with the moonlight …
I am the moonlight …
I am the Moon Mother …
Be present with the energies of the Moon for as long as you like. When you are ready, bring your awareness back to your body. Bring your breath fully into your body, and release your breath into the Earth. Be aware of any sensations or experiences in your body, in your heart, in your mind. Ground by placing your hands or body on the ground & allowing Mother Earth to absorb any excess energies.
Thank the Moon for sharing her blessings with you.
Catch the building wave of the waxing moon to provide momentum for new projects, initiatives and life passions.
Draw upon the power of the Full Moon to bring Creative force to actualization
Allow the Waning Moon to support the process of surrender and release at the end of each cycle
Embrace the stillness of the Dark Moon to reflect and recharge
If you like the meditation please visit my energy healing site at http://www.livingenergyhealer.com
A lazy sunday afternoon
May 4, 2009


what a fabulous afternoon, sun shining, wind in the hair, walking with my daughter, her boyfriend and dog Pasha. The woods took my breath away, a carpet of blue as far as the eyes could see and the perfume sweet and heady. Just so wonderful to be alive, to walk in nature and breath in the sweet spring air.
When A Good Mother Sails From This World
May 1, 2009
Although Mothers Day here in the UK bas been and gone, my mother, as always, is ever present in my mind.
This year for the first time I was able visit her grave with my daughter and feel that I had at last come to terms with her death, felt that just like the libretto below, that I too had managed to weave together the threads of her light into a beautiful set of sails. This beautiful boat with its magnificent rigging is majestically riding the waves and atop is the beautiful red flag of my mother.
when I read this piece it took my breath away, it spoke to me in so many ways and confirmed just what I have been feeling. My mother will always be with me, wherever I travel, her spirit and love lives deep within my soul.
WHEN A GOOD MOTHER SAILS FROM THIS WORLD
The following piece is actually an excerpt from women.life.song a libretto written by Dr Clarissa Pinkola Estes, commissioned and performed by Jessaye Norman in 2000 at Carnegie Hall.
When I say, ‘My mother has died’,
I mean my ‘most beloved’.
Leave me to myself now,
for I am a ship who’s
lost her riggings;
suddenly
come unmoored.
My mother has died;
She has earned her rest now,
waiting only, and proudly so,
for her sails
to be taken down.
I, the daughter,
see to the mending of my mother’s sails;
I seek her
worn and broken
threads of light,
reweaving her dazzling linen.
And though there be broken threads
not able to be rewoven,
I will gently pull the edges together
and stitch one side to the other…
and if not able to be mended,
then I will patch with parts
from my own most earnest life
over the places where my mother’s life
was worn through,
. . . or never was.
Over time, the sails of the mothership
will be fitted to the daughtership;
raised up on the mainsail,
and the final touch -
the red ragged flag – hers -
will be flying topmast of my ship.
I’ll be let down into the waters then,
I, the daughter, will glide again…
but this time, under the best sails
inherited from my mother…
and all the mothers of the motherlines
before her.
Ay, Mother, let me tell you
my treasured dearie-dear,
one last thing I have learned
from your spirit passing through me
as sparkling shadow passes
through darkening shadow,
on this open night-sea journey…
I am learning to navigate
by the mysteries of the farthest stars -
the ones that the great wake of your passing
has revealed to me
for the very first time.
Dr Clarissa Pinkola Estes


























