standing tall
arms heavy with flowers
you reach for the earth and greet the sky
This time of year – The trees are waking – stretching, rolling their shoulders. Their arms are laden with flowers, gifts to the warming air and the bees. Gifts given freely, part of the exchange between earth and sky.
ready to release and renew
there is beauty in the most humble
even the dandelion longs to sing
This time of year is full of spirit, talk of the thin veil, acknowledging ancestors.
Here in the Southern Hemisphere, we are well into spring, and I’m focusing on renewal and finding beauty.
Blossoms are everywhere, scenting the air, delicate pale pink petals on my small apple tree. The weeds are doing their best to compete, bright yellow dandelion flowers shouting from the emerald grass.
This is such an intense time, saturated colour, and the startling speed of new growth.
The flax flowers are almost opening, and when they do, tui will circle the house, then land and feed.
And I’ve been reflecting on how I can release my work into the world. This year has had such a focus on the visual. I’ve been gifting paintings to my friends. My own little efforts to bring beauty into the world. My little blossoms in the wind …
reach out, feel your way, unfold into the unknown
be beautiful in the moment
be wild and brave in uncertainty
Last xmas I made this calendar, writing intuitively in response to the photos I’d chosen.
I had no idea then that these words would be the best I could say to farewell a brave little soul as she leaves this world to find her way in a new one – to “ramble the stars wild-hearted and wondering” (as suggested by @sarah.patience.elwell)
Last night, of all the possible nights, the thin veil parted to let this little one cross over. We talk of Samhain as a time when the spirit world walks among us. Perhaps this is also a time for the living to cross over. A time when all the energy and effort spent trying to stay alive is released and the spirit is freed to move on.
Farewell my dark gypsy queen, my feisty willful companion.
invisible necessity 