The Woodland

I feel the pull of the wood, the breath of the air, unique to the woodland. As I step into the wood, it is as if I am bathed in newness, I feel the release, as if, taking off my old skin and taking on a new one. The rich dark smell of the earth is intoxicating. The perfumes of the plants, the rotting wood and leaves and the many blossoms tease my nose and fills me with wonder. I hear the scratching of the squirrels, busy busy; the varied songs of the birds, the tiny sounds of the vole scurrying back and forth. The wily fox, waits in the distance, approaching slowly, nearer, watching, waiting. The trees creak as their tops sway in the wind. I feel the strength of the Oak as I ask to lean against his trunk, or the playfulness of a young Hawthorn. I hear the stern but sound words of the birch, like your grandmother telling you a few home truths. I feel the reticence of the Hazel, the boundaries of the older Hawthorn, though once allowed in, Her welcome is like that of a dear friend. The Yew, ah what can I say about the Yew. She or He, I have met both; not one that you would rush in upon and yet when invited in, I feel held, safe and protected, able to take a breath and continue on! How the wood feeds my soul, how it calls me when I go about my daily tasks! The deep quiet, undisturbed even with the distant noise of traffic; a peace, ancient. It speaks of wildness, of density, of times both past and beyond the now. It is unfathomable, undisturbed by our petty world that we create. There is a wisdom, instinctively, one can feel the inner knowledge. There is a sense that no matter what 'man' does, he may continue or he may become extinct, the trees know that there is more, much more. We are but fools in comparison. We are, as the tiniest bug, annoyingly buzzing around aimlessly, whilst the woodland draws up from the core of the earth, of the Goddess, the well of the ancients, the knowledge of all that is or ever will be. We are just drops of rain in the wild, untamed sea by comparison.

Artwork and other Projects

At the minute I am working on more fantasy type art. I am currently painting a tree with female tree spirit, onto a white t shirt. I am also working on an underwater mermaid picture on another white t shirt. I am looking for willing females to model and be photographed - no money for paying models at the minute! I am a female artist; I don't know whether that is better or worse for females! From a safety point of view I should imagine it feels better but whether they would feel okay posing naked or with clothes on is another thing. Also, I am not a photographer so photos are just ones from a digital camera. If there are any pretty girls out there who are happy to model please contact me! I am hoping to create a range of fantasy type art pictures from live, photo's, sketches and other inspirational material and work in various media on these. I hope that my part time agency nurse work will help pay for printing so that I can save my originals and have prints made along with perhaps cards, calenders and posters in time. I will see how this develops!

I have completed another Christening dress, this was my fourth one. This was for my Grandson and comprised of a romper suite in Taffeta, a little jacket in silk and taffeta, a hat in silk and taffeta and an over dress with ribbons at the side made in silk and organza. I am going to make myself a gorgeous cape. One that is hooded and very full!

I am currently attempting to write an imaginative story! When I say that, I mean one that has no limits, one that is not grounded horribly in the mundane! A story for adults where there can be anything from magick to flying, to meeting with the dead and travelling to other worlds. I am finding it, actually, extremely hard! I have also discovered in my writings that I have a violent and horror type trait which is strange since I hate anything like that on film/tv or in books. Maybe my dark side comes out to play when I write or maybe there is some sub personality that comes to the fore! Maybe there is hidden trauma that psychologists, no doubt, could analyse away! Whatever the case, it is definitely there in all my attempts including the book I completed but never typed up, edited or published. So we shall see how this progresses!

Thats it for now, apart from the fact that I need to do my homework on my Ogham course and get out to the woods!