shadows…… let them be your gifts

This piece was inspired by he words of WHEN GOOD PEOPLE DO BAD THINGS by Debbie Ford
Shadows, they can haunt us or be our friends, have just read (or should I say listened)  “WHEN GOOD PEOPLE DO BAD THINGS” by Debbie Ford, thoroughly recommend it.  By exposing the facade of the false self and venturing behind the protective masks worn by our wounded egos,  we can begin to heal the split between our ego and our soul. 
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Papercut Garden

paper flower 1flower picture 2flower picture 3I have spent all day cutting and crimping, folding and sticking ……… this is the result, a garden full of flowers in full bloom (well not quite yet).  I want to capture the fullness, the ripeness, the overflowing abundance, that special moment when a flower becomes perfection in everyway,   Have yet to complete the full range of flowers, but will continue making the shapes I have  made and pleased  with, then make them in a variety of sizes.  My aim is to fully cover two boards 1m square and place in an acrylic shadow boxes.  These are going to hang in an entrance hall of a project I am completing in August.  Will post completed images soon

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The Universal Mother

Pachamamma. 2058

Every day, since the beginning of time, the earth, the wondrous mother earth has supported us. Under our feet every moment of our lives,  she is here to provide for us. The moist magical blood of the mother, the feminine energies that swell and give birth to abundance on this planet. Wonderful Pachamama.

The Divine mother comes in many guises, in Greece for example, DEMETER, mother of Persephone, tall in stature, full hipped, wide shouldered, swollen breasts always full of milk, the milky way is said to flow through her ……….  as she walks the earth flowers spring from her footprints, she is the bringer of the seasons.  

In Egypt, ISIS, she who gives birth to the heaven and earth, the Queen of the heavens, Mother of the gods, the light giver of heavens and she who knows how to make right use of the heart.

In Roman history she was known as CERES. in the Andean communities she is knows as PACHAMAMA, 

This detail is from a much larger painting in homage to her.

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twenty years ago 1989

I cant believe that it was 20 years ago that I sat on this elephant heading up to the Amber fort………..  so long ago, seems like another lifetime.  I was still married then, my mum was still alive, I hadnt had to work since I married and  my daughter had just passed her A Levels,  to celebrate we went off to India together.   India was amazing, it was so inspiring in so many ways, so romantic, riotous colours, incredible architecture, roses, perfumes, silks, textiles embroideries, exotic tasting food.  We stayed in palaces, tents, lakeside hunting lodges, the famous Lake Palace Hotel and even a converted prison.  

Because of the extreme heat we did a lot of things early in the day so was up at the crack of dawn, I remember standing outside the tent (see picture) it was around 6am, we had come to to Pushka to the famous camel fair.  Frenetic was a word that I think describes what it was like, it was full to bursting with overexcited indians, the little alleyways were crammed with people and it was nearly 1oo degree F.  Have to say after a few days of that I was glad to be heading back to a palace stay, nice bath and food without sand in it!.  

Now my daughter is all grown up and lives not too far away, I have run my own business for 16 years , I have nobody to please by myself.  How different my life is now, its like a different life altogether.

However it is so wonderful to have found these photos, they have bought back to me so many happy memories.  I always promised myself I would go back, have been to Goa but not back to the areas my daughter and I travelled together.  I guess its changed so much.

Follow this link for more of india http://www.flickr.com/photos/8853574@N03/sets/72157620871325917/

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Follow this link for more images of my indian travels

http://www.flickr.com/photos/8853574@N03/sets/72157620871325917/

Lilly, still grieving

This is my little, Ferdy’s friend of 13 years.  I bought them together, remember them being little balls of fluff and sharing the little cats basket.  At present she is snuggled in my arms while I type with one hand, she obviously is not liking being on her own and constantly meows all the time.  As soon as I pick her up she stops.  I feel so sad for her.IMG_2404IMG_2406