Into the Meadow,I bear a branch from the She Oak as an offering,

I bear a picture of the black soldier ant’s path, up the tallest gum tree,

I bear a lake now half filled with the water of fresh rains

Upon a bed of baked clay where below the frogs sing.

The dawn dawns with fire that rises in the east, bringing with it a cool breeze that is scooping up the falling leaves  that dance, and twist allowing themselves to gently fall  upon a different spot and it reminds me of the the ever changing  cycles of life.  Beyond the wide, gurgling river rushes forth, and I in my boat not ..championing  to be Mole, who sets forth upon a journey ho.

Freya’s Day

The river sang in rhymes of effortless movement  of peaked crème waves

Spilling out upon each other and rising in delight as they rushed to the shore

Silver fish,  darted unseen in waters murky and deep

The moon  shrouded by  endless cloud movement shone  golden in a haze

And kookaburras, Kings of the bushy sea,  flew in singing in unison to such splendour.

whilst lily and I gazed, strangers to this realm, treading upon sacred soil,

for change was upon us as Samhain draws near – heralding the New Year.

Just me, the Land and the River

On the night of the recent Full Moon, with Lily by my side I walked down to the flowing

river to view the Moon and saw her throw golden pearls upon the river’s face, creating a

pathway for her as a stairway from Heaven,

She stepped forth wearing dainty shoes and hovered upon the surface

but alas, I could not reach her as  I stretched out a welcoming hand but she slipped away

from me like melting cheese,

I did try to climb an invisible ladder and for three brief seconds, I hovered

Neither between land and sea, a tiny wave in a sea of consciousness

Just me, the land and the river



How does one recouperate from a car accident.  Not an ordinary car accident, but one where, as a pedestrian, one is knocked down in the middle of the road, by a car, that when you first laid eyes upon its form, it was stationery.

It is nearly three weeks ago since this happened to me, and as I have often thought as I was driving to work and had to pull up at the lights, by a cemetary, to wait for the lights to change.   A raven, plopped upon a sign post in front of me and as I was in space for a few moments, I thought it is an omen.  How do I read it and as I did, I thought – no it is a good omen and left it at that

Later on when I was in hospital I was to remember those words and maybe the raven was warning me to be careful, but I was fortunate as the rucksack that I was carrying fell under my head – thus when I landed upon my back, it took the weight, and my head rested upon it.  If this had not occurred I would have sustained fractures in my body.

So though I am not out of the wars yet, I feel I had made a wonderful recovery, and by next week, will be walking about and ‘elbow unaided.’.     So when I say to you ‘what are you grateful for, I reply to you as well.  I give thanks to the raven, and to my rucksack.

Additionally, I believe it was a message from the universe, and it was to say that according to my cards, that an ending had occurred, and that it was time to move forward.    The signs had been there for awhile, but I had not listened.    I am listening now.

So  though these meanderings are not necessarily that of the supernatural, they are in a sense and as my life seems to be spent a lot in that realm, I choose to see it in that light.

So I need to change my focus,  and the focus is on myself.   That is a good start.   I have a lot of writing to do, maybe this is what it is all about.

Daphne du Maurier once said,” Sooner or later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.”









Today’s topic is how one occupies oneself when sick at home.  What does one do!  but fortunately I don’t have to consider this topic as I have too much to consider at any time.  My Oracle card told that I should consider simplicity as my theme and remove anything that was too heavy and constrictive.  Well, that is what I have done and have spent my time editing, knitting and crocheting.

It leads me to think how we spend our lives.  How do we plan our time and upon what pursuits. do we focus on.Do you just fill up time,  so that your soul does not have respite, your spirit no time to calm down, or are you above reproach.

Sometimes I am pleased that I am not so busy as I used to be and thus I have been able to concentrate more of enjoyment and not writing up plans for workshop after workshop.   So to return to the point my day, after waking up very late, has been minimal in terms of what I have achieve .

The next thought was to add meaning to our lives in terms of a belief system, a need to be at peace with ourselves.

Belief Systems can change over time, as we grow.  Sometimes, it is wise to step out of a comfortable niche you have created for yourselves because a part of you is no longer there.  I feel that I have done this many a time and now I simply listen to myself, and have returned more to nature and the beings that reside within in.  In a sense I have returned to the past.  I have completed a whole circle.

Within this circle The Great Mother in her many aspects – maiden, raging warrior, benevolent mother, death-dealing and all-wise crone – unknowable and ultimate wyrd – is nor powerfully reemerging and rising again in human consciousness.  Isis, Demeter, Gaia, Shakti, Dakinis, Shekhinah, Astarte, Istar, Freya, Brigid, Danu- call her what you will has been with us from the beginning and awaits us now.   So she is the beauty of the green earth, life-giving waters, the consuming fire, the radiant moon, and the fiery sun.  She is Star Goddess and Spiderwoman, she weaves the luminouus web that creates the universe.   She germinates life within her dark womb. (taken fromMonica Sjoo and Barbara Mor in The great Cosmic Mother.

The Fey — will enter somewhere.