angels whisper

last night as I slept the angels whispered...what do you wish to create... who do you wish to be....
I wish to create my very own life, not one that is woven of other peoples dreams.. one that is designed from my very own soul loves. I wish to see my life through my own eyes...I wish to discover my own creative self; to create a life that is full of wonder and surprise. one full of romance, hope and laughter. a life full of curiousity. I wish to discover magick around every corner

in every cupboard.
and behind every door
I want to be like a spoon... running away with the dish....dancing and creating just like they stir the soups & the custards... being who they are, doing what they were created to do.
I wish to wear my own hat.. not that of someone else's..

I wish to create words that make souls sigh as if they have just discovered heaven....

today we eat cake

a busy day today... cooking Pea & Ham soup made from my friend Maureen's recipe, apples and prunes simmering on the stove for breakfast... a little bit of housework.. a walk
and then we eat cake..

to celebrate this little girl's 20th birthday... who has grown into a gorgeous young woman:

Happy Birthday Miss Sophie!

does God read blogs?

Dear God,
it is really cold in Woodford today... I was planning on spending some time in my garden, but each time I step outside the door, my bones ache and my insides shiver. So I race back inside to snuggle in front of the fire that Dutch husband lit for me this morning. It is so cosy. the little girl inside of me cries that she doesn't want to go outside .. not today.
I have this little voice in my head that keeps telling me that I am lazy and should get outside and do some work and that voice is making me feel guilty.
Please tell that voice to go away. I don't like it anymore. I promise that when it is warm, that I will get outside in the garden and work away and I won't complain about the heat (well not much)

with thanks and love, Robyn

a touch of Full Moon in August

I woke yesterday with a head as Full as the Moon herself...there was a walk being organised in my mind.. but as the day went on, I knew that the walk would not happen.. so I did the next best thing.. I took a little stroll around my garden.. the purple of the violets called to me..bending over, I chose only 3 violets to adorn my altar.


French Cafe music playing in the background, I organised and sorted my kitchen... then a little nap in readiness for my massage that afternoon.

some buckwheat pasta with the last of my home-grown broccoli tossed in olive oil.. a little fetta cheese all sprinkled with cracked black pepper for dinner... and so to bed.

Imbolc time

according to the traditional wheel of the year it was Imbolc on August 1st. According to planetary alignments, the true moment of Imbolc is August 7th... since I have been following the wheel of the year, I always tried to celebrate on the day.. and I stressed if I missed it... but now, I tend to believe that these days don't fall on any one day,.. the changing of the seasons happens gradually, seeping into the days with signs from Nature...

a bee snuggling in an Imbolc plum blossomyes, the bees know that it is time to visit my garden.. the very first blossoms are opening. I must look back to last year to see if they were blooming at the same time.

a time when you can sit outside in the sunshine, sipping champagne, knowing that later that day, you will be gathering kindling to light a fire
Yesterday we had breakfast at my friend Peter's. We sat out on his deck, looking out over his gorgeous garden, which is showing signs of Imbolc. The snowdrops and bluebells are in flower. The magpies are beginning to gather bits to make their nests, the early jonquils are in perfumed glory.

even fresh fruit reminds of spring to come
sitting out in the sun, warming ourselves as we chatted and laughed..knowing that tomorrow the cold August wind could be blowing. That is what Imbolc is... half winter-half spring. a time when part of you wants to get out in the garden and the other wants to stay snuggling in front of the fire, not quite wanting to wake from the winter slumber.. but the blood is beginning to flow. and there is no stopping it. the wheel turns constantly.

my gluten free bread looked golden in the Imbolc sunshineInglewood is a little higher in the mountains than Peter's home, so my garden is a little behind Peter's garden, where bulbs bloom profusely right now.

the dill is in its brillian green.. and I have no idea why I planted it in the first place. I don't particularly like dill.. but it is a good companion plant for carrots and the good bugs love it! so I let it self seed with wild abandon.

and dad's rock orchid.. or rock lily as he called it, is sending a little flower up..this is a native rock orchid.. dad found it on my uncles property many years ago and it has moved with me to various homes, over time... each year, it sends up flower stalks of the most exquisite white waxy flower... and even though dad has been gone for many years now.. each time this blooms it reminds me of him.. it reminds me that it doesn't matter what happens in life.. the wheel turns regardless. And to function, we need to turn with that wheel and not fight it... welcome to Imbolc time at Woodford
there is another post up at my cancer blog.. and I am thinking of working through the Artists Way. I loved it the first time and I think Imbolc is the perfect time to get my creativity flowing again (if anyone is interested, maybe I could set up a blog.)