Tuesday, 20 April 2010

Garden of Eden

On pondering on 2012 and the ongoing and I feel connected events such as the volcano this quote came to my mind...

“This is Eden. When you see the kingdom spread upon the earth, the old way of living in the world is annihilated. That is the end of the world, The end of the world is not an event to come, it is an event of psychological transformation, of visionary transformation. You see not the world of solid things but a world of radiance.” Joseph Campbell

Monday, 19 April 2010

5th day silence in the sky and a roar in the land

1st the banking crisis now that volcano all eyes are on Iceland the land of Fire and Ice. Go to
for news from Icelands perspective ~ the affect on their wildlife and farms. Here in the UK our sky's are silent accept the sound of wind, rain and birds.
People are torn between loving and fearing the awesome power of Mother Earth.
I for one am preparing not to be travelling to Hungry for a workshop on Fire Copper Amber the irony not being lost on me.
I look up at the sky in the day and I do not see the fine ash or a cloud in the sky but the sunsets are a deep enduring burning red.
I was feeling torn on whether I should be going because of the environmental impact. Now the decision looks like that I might not go and I find myself releaved. Releaved that I am so vulnerable.
That I am part of something bigger than this city of minds.
So it is at times like this that we are reminded that we are on this huge star ~ like the time I experienced the Northern Lights and the eclipse of the sun.
And if we view this star as our body where does that place Iceland?
I wonder if it is our Heart? And where is this Heart ~ in the Centre of the Earth.

Thursday, 1 April 2010


Interview with the eloquent and beautiful Emma Restall Orr ~ English Druidess.
Hear her gentle passion for honouring and celebrating life and English heritage; for honouring our Ancestors bones in the earth and voices carried in the wind. This I feel is so current not only for me so soon after seeing the play Jerusalem by Jez Butterwort {for the second time} but others too. I am reminded of the end of the play where Johnny Byron picks up a handful of earth he begins his invocation "He who steps in my blood..." until beating the drum relentlessly ~ he pounds on and on ~ calling his Ancestors until the curtain falls.
Emma's use of language is exquisite in it's precision and thoughtfulness. Like a poet she brings her subject into sharp focus at the same time illuminating many worlds ~ a lake with depths unfathomable where sun light dances on the surface.
I am deeply moved and would recommend this to those who have forgotten their connection and/or are curious ~ and those who would feel a deep resonance having their experience shared in words. Truly inspiring :~


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