Another strange story/poem... A day beyond still.

The wind tickled our skin, unlike yesterday’s shivers of wired empty; today was full of the colourful noisy and airy interplay of life…

Yesterday was unusual... I know you don't believe me!

An almost impossible day, time ended and teetered on the edge and nature, in a boldly, defying act of unconventionality, stood still, completely unflinchingly still!

The air, hung with unwavering luminosity, and in a sort of realization... 

I could imagine that air and wind maybe different things altogether.

I was awake, but this day, did not belong to a waking world.

Windless hours played an earthly puzzle… until just a wisp of movement relaxed the void at sunset.

Times 3, I dared to venture out, going forth unto this unfamiliar atmosphere.

I bewildered and curious, wondered destination less… challenging and Intentional, I moved, if too only stir, the space with my body, as I walked along.

My stride created a tear in air fabric, ripping through and scattering up atoms, a scar formed behind the fractured trail, I cackled to be so nasty to this conspiracy of peace…

In well played out paradox, being someone who seeks a stillness of mind, and calmness of storm, became a little traumatized by the surrounding tranquility, which mirrored to my small horror, the emptiness of my being, in which I surely am.

Was I the only thing alive on this canvas?

Whether it be, grasses, trees, clouds, animals, or sounds... all these usual accompaniments to existence, did not show up for reality, or came too freeze.

Guilty and strange, to witness such a rare earthly pause, my sense of ease came only with the soft silky touch, of a small tentative, late afternoon breeze,

The relief was not unlike, the moment, when you awake to realize, that it had all been a dream.

Moments of Monday #

I awoke to find my persimmon puddings, which was left last night, boiling in a water bath, on top of the wood stove- transformed into what can only be described as bliss in an earthenware pot…

It was true; I went to bed, having completely forgotten, that those puddings were there, boiling away.

On first inspection, all surprisingly looked good and a small taste later, I admittedly lost control, downing half a pudding in one go and attracting a curious audience with my pleasure sounds.

I had used half a bottle of brandy in the mix, which I had thought was a large amount… 

never having dabbled in a pudding before.

Usually I wouldn’t eat breakfast before a yoga class, but these things do happen, especially when curiosity overcomes.

Forward 1/2hour later, …I and ungracefully toppled in tree pose, flailed limpid in headstand and disturbed the class with a round of uncontrollable laughing…

Needless to say, I enjoy yoga very much, high on brandy-laced pudding.

Later on that day, I went for a walk with my friend’s son; it was so sweet and strange, not to be with my own kids… 

I had glimpses of the mischief, small boys may find them selves in, little insights into days with Chimme to come.

Faery children are one of my favourite kinds of being, and L qualifies easily into this category…

Firstly, he collected some dew in a large nasturtium flower for sips along the way, and then he talked non-stop, which was far from annoying, as he has a rather melodious and high-pitched, French accent, to everything he says.

He naturally gravitates to fae and finds faery things, like the lantern torch, he convinced me would stay alight all night, with a magic fire.

I, of course, believe such musings-

Mondays finished with a child filled bath and the promise of adventures in the morning.

changing!

 

You know what happens, when computer savvy stylish people come over, well you feel like changing things and then they go and you feel like changing things back…

really though, I am playing around here tonight, and creating a new site on wordpress, which I may move over to soon; mainly because Blogger will not accept my name as Star with out lengthy processes of verification and thats a bit annoying- So if faerymother gets a little funky, colours change etc... just know I am having some evolving fun.

Felting a Motherpeace tarot bag!

My motherpeace cards deserve a beautiful tarot bag, for being a mirror to my spirit and a gateway to clarity.

And so last night I set about making one with some alpaca fleece.
The process:
Firstly carding, then felting, sewing the pieces together, needle felting a spiral and the word peace then adding felt buttons.
Oh and the photographs.. which let me tell you, when it comes to felt, I find the subject matter, so very challenging to capture nicely.

After this I gave my friend a reading- never give another gypsy girl a reading, cause she will probably know more than yourself, and somewhere in communication, the table will be turned and you may become the readings very subject…
She may debate and feel perfectly comfortable to negate all that you say, eventually coming to some agreed conclusion... this sort of reading is wonderfully inspired.  A true gypsy can turn black into white and charm away the very logic from your lips.

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A reading that inspires passion and questioning is a good indication that movement is afoot, and in the nature of a traveller… movement is a safe bet anyway

Raw cacao drink.

We have recently discovered raw cocoa beans... aka unrefined chocolate

It's really something special and the process of preparing it into a drink, is very satisfying for us all.

We crush and grind the raw cacao beans in our mortar and add it to our fresh raw milk- I add cinnamon, cream, and a tablespoon of brown sugar, then gently heat it (below boiling point as not to destroy the beneficial enzymes)...

It is warming and nourishing, and the cocoa bits give texture, 

We use fair trade organic beans.

A little research confirmed our drink to be health enhancing as well as delicious.

Raw cacao is very high in antioxidants and contains 300 compounds including: protein, fat, carbohydrates, fiber, iron, zinc, copper, calcium and magnesium, and the bliss educing lipid anandamide. 

Magnesium helps to build strong bones and is a muscle relaxant associated with feelings of calmness. Cacao is also high in sulfur, which helps form strong nails and hair.

Commercial chocolate with the exception of some high percentage dark types, have very little nutritional value.

This superfood is fitting nicely into our afternoon routine

and seems to have replaced, our taste for processed sweet things.

Our simple, gentle birthday loving!

How we do birthdays

Well you will all be quite bored when I explain how we celebrate these sort of occasions… especially considering all the beautiful traditions, of birthday happiness and love, one sees emerging, amongst families these days. 
We have done some nice traditions in the past, especially the hand made variety, a knitted something and a home baked cake, this is so sweet, but these days-

We have a low profile, trying for a sort of essence of what these celebratory things mean.

Having come to certain conclusions, that family life is all about love, which we do unceasingly; we make some effort to simply be with each other. 
Letting those distracting thoughts of duties, plans or obligations go, just to spend the precious moments being who we are together. 
This is how we choose to spend our “special’ days!
Our family is moving away from always needing to express our care, in a material way- this is progress for us, not a hard and fast rule, but the forming of our own tradition.

In explaining this I think of a friend of mine who inherited his mothers expensive hand engraved silver ware, and his comment about the set... He said, my mother would only bring these out on special occasions, but I use them everyday because every day is a special occasion.. Fundamentally, everyday is something worth rejoicing in and those people in our life are worth making feel cared for and appreciated everyday.

So on a birthday, we remember what makes our life special it is each other. We give love and receive love from each other, and eat something nice and do something nice… and it’s always just enough and never ever too much.

2 day old Chimme

And dear friends your comments on my post yesterday touched my heart so deeply, thank you!

Thing's going on!

Today unlike yesterday the breeze bustled yellowed leaves from trees and stirred my inspiration as I took my loves to the most beautiful park, that there ever ever was...

 

9 month blog creation, ends today- and in my reflection I must say that-

My enthusiasm for writing here waxes and wanes. Sometimes I grow weary of the blog world,  

 And sometimes I don’t know whom I am writing for. 

For myself, for the few people who drop in, for my family… for promotion of the things I do.

 For all of these things, …yes!

It's been hard for me to get my head around the relationships, I have with my readers, because it is a very heady world, the realm of online communication, the few strange deity's that drop in here... bother to comment and send me palpable good vibes from time to time, have been the highlight... truly thank you...

 

I live as you may know, physically and sometimes emotionally/ mentally very far away from people, from ordinary society's attractions, distractions and entertainment. This writing space has helped to create a feeling of connection, of community and stemmed off, the aloneness that comes from living so rurally.

There are other things in the works, my family and I have been creating a new site, for a Woman's initiative project in Tibet and India- I am drawn to use my creative energy and I figure it may as well benefit others. so I will introduce you to these things a little later.

My baby boy turned 1 yesterday, we loved him up all day. I will share some more on how we experience birthdays soon...

and in a moment, I take the long trip to the train station, to pick up my gypsy friend, for her return into our world...

Now to the photo's I promised my family of the last few days of our blissful autumn frolicking.

Hope you enjoy looking at our Autumn...

Dancing with winter!

I will open myself to winter this year and not shy away from the cold rains, winds and darkening…

I will stand strong and soft and flow with this time, breathing with seasonal changes.

Our home is a sweet place when morning grass stands stiff and crystallised with frost, and harsh winds chase the blood into our cheeks.

Our homes heart, the hearth, emanates warmth in all directions, floor to ceiling thick windows lets us be with the world protected...
and a space that is not quite inside, not quite outside; a room of light, buffers us from the feelings of limitation.

…from this room, a window acts as a secret door & opens to the kitchen garden … broccoli, kale, rocket and herbs, grow snugly, surrounding the house side, like a hug!

I had thoughtfully collected the wheels strongest sunbeams, mid summer fruits and end of spring berries, waiting to thaw, from chest freezer depths, sweet juice captured light rays on our tongues, we shall know and remember earths gifts, and springs return!

THE winter hibernation is a well-oiled door for deep investigation, a chance to take a more natural way in… into… inwards…
Sometimes all thats left to do, is be with your thoughts, loving them and letting them go.

The leafless bone white branches of stripped bare trees, point the direction adornment less, thinned and raw, I shall embark on this winter journey to unknown places of my mind, of my heart.
Emerging rested from my chrysalis of underworld time, to take on those summer days in my stride.

The dance of winter is not a cold jig but a dance of inner fire, and the invitation to be challenged... to find your own glow and spark your own lights.

Sharing love, cause I can!

I (humbly) crown this woman Wisdom Queen-

I crown this woman gently power wind-

and this woman I give all flower manifestations to- 

and this lady's just cool-

This is my faery version of one of those funny blogger awards... 

Simple Bow an Arrow Tutorial

My daughters is such a dynamic spirit, with a wild imagination and fierce love of the outdoors.

She had an idea, that she couldn't let go of, until it was real.

A faery archer she fancy's herself and with such enthusiasm, convinced us to make her dream come true. 

We all worked together to make this simple bow and arrow

firmly laying down the boundaries and rules.

The arrows shoot far, we were all very surprised at how good it goes!

Step 1, Collect 

Bamboo- With Thinish, bendy, strong qualities

larger/thicker piece for bow and pieces for arrows.

A knife.

Strong nylon cord.

Step 2, Clean, cut

Clean knobs and cut at a too about one meter, (we left a knob at both ends to help stop cord from slipping, see picture)

cleaning

cutting

Step 3, Groove

Slice a groove into the end or at the top of the knob along the bamboo shaft. Both ends

Bamboo knob helps hold knot

Step 4, Bend and tie

We placed a heavy log in the centre of bamboo, which anchored it down, while we bent the bamboo into an arch, and pulled the cord tightly, tying the cord from one end to the other. 
Alternatively, get a helper to stand in centre of the bamboo pole, to weigh down, as one ties the cord making a firm knot at both ends.

Step 4, Cut, clean, groove and tip- Arrows
Create arrows, by cutting to size (40cm-50cm works well), cleaning knobs with a knife and making a wide but shallow groove at one end. 
Make a gentle tip at the other end.

A case for Baskets!

A basket is more than just another thing- but a sacred holder and shaper of space, innately magical, a tool, a friend, completely without bias to what it holds and whom it helps… many things of life could be said to have these qualities but none define 'either' the sacred element, in such an organic way, as a well made basket.

Coiling vine, woven reeds, rags sewn together, hemp bound handles, whittled wood a good basket is made of earthy things, gently refined or raw.

Baskets are abundant in my home- strangely reminding me of my own body; what it holds, where it comes from … and of course, where it shall return.

A basket is not a bag, I have never had a bag, that I could taste the prairies of Africa, smell woody rainforest canopies and know the weeds of the world… a bag is shallow, to the depths of a real basket.

Baskets sculpt the shadows of our house, and hold roundness and potential, their truth reminds those hardened edges and sharp junctions, of their starving straightness.

I made a basket once, the manifestation bloomed over days, eve’s daughter and me went gathering, offering salty sweat for the vines... we triumphantly emerged from damp tree territory, scraped and thorned, to weave our basket webs and build our nest upon the round.

 My eggs of knowing infuse this basket space now, of knowing how to do, of knowing why it’s done. 

About a desk

My head is a jungle, the house is a mess!

And so we went.

And went fast...

Down to be entertained, waylaid, immersed, enflamed.

But town was quiet as could be, very strange indeed!

And so, my incessant inner dialogue, got only token reprise.

We debated reality, like we do and wondered aimlessly, stunned and foreign... Until I discovered an opp shop, we both new, it was no coincidence!

It was no Carrie Bradshaw’s pick, ugly and with a yellow $15 sticker that left sticky smudges, sad wood veneer and a lockable draw with no key! It is the perfect match for my mind... a jungle must have a desk, organic and disintegrating… returning to the musty earth, from which it had come…

We landed after that and took the babes to a jetty.

There was nobody there at all... we felt sort of lonely, like we were still at home.

We found some blue keys, stole some sand and went on our way...

Perfectly this sign marked our return!

It’s positioned by the window... I am an expert in window dreaming- an easy A plus score for that… The branches entwined with leaves, grew from the jungle, to shelter my dreamy life and a shaft of light came through the canopy.

It was a nice day!