the flowering

Mmmm perhaps a lttle early to think about flowers…………..  they are still magical memories held in seeds, bulbs, way down in that dark soil, over wintering and so full of possibillity.  Its a good feeling knowing these wonderfully colourful plants are gathering their energy in readiness for that enormous push through the soil as the days lengthen and the sun becomes increasingly warmer.  Puts me in mind of Persephone, she has plunged down into the underworld now, but come the spring and she will burst forth bringing that spark of creation, the green and beautiful land will once again blossom.

wet on wet watercolour

Persephone

`playing with a ball of clay this afternoon, cant believe she appeared, a sense of real strength sprung from my  fingers, she feels so free,  so free its scary,  there is  a part of me thats down with Persephone ………….

Addendum:  I just realised that I went to see Julia Cameron speak (artists way book) the previous day, it was quite challenging and bought up a lot of childhood images, I see  now my “form” is my unconscious self that is bursting  to get out.  There is nothing to be afraid of.

Prayer to Persephone

Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be:
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,—Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee:
Say to her, “My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay

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