Self-Reflection
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Revisioning Persephone: A Story of Initiation & Independence
(This post was first shared on Roots of She as What Did You FInd in the Darkness? as part of my Goddess Series last year. I’m sharing it today to give you an idea of the riches that exploring Persephone’s Story can yield. If you want to connect to this beautiful goddess, then I highly recommend that you check out Persephone’s Goddess Guide – just launched yesterday and only £15! Oh, and there’s a prize draw for early-bird buyers. Buy before midnight next Monday and you’ll be entered into a draw for a Trinity Goddess Guidance reading.) Persephone is, perhaps, one of the most well-known goddesses of the ancient past.…
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Sharing My 2012 Word(s)
My word has become three words. Adjective – OPEN Verb – DANCE Noun – CHANNEL Let me explain… OPEN Over the last few months I have spent many hours knitting. The yarn has looped around my needles, becoming intertwined, forming itself into fabric which consists of the repeating patterns of yarn and open space. I have become fascinated by these open spaces. The fact that they are both present within the fabric, and yet they are only present through an absence. It was while I was becoming increasingly entranced by the spaces created by the knitting process, that I came across the most wonderful passage in Susan Gordon Lydon’s The…
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Flying Lessons
The Swans Something draws me to the window and I stand there, gazing out at the bluegray horizon where the water meets the sky. I am only standing there a few moments when four swans, the wide span of their wings, the long lines of their outstretched necks, fly noiselessly only a few feet from where I stand. My breath catches in wonder, and my skin tingles. They fly on to the smallest of the three lochs on the wasteland in front of my apartment, spiralling in towards the water, before gracefully settling upon its surface. The ripples cast across the calm waters smooths almost instantly, and there they are:…
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Towards a New Design
I’ve been thinking a lot about my small stones practice and how much I am enjoying evoking a moment’s conscious experience into a condensed phrase. So, when I started to consider a change in the design of this site, I set myself a task: to write a series of small stones that captured the essence of how I want my site to look*. I took each of these small stones from very vivid visual memories that span the years from around 3 to 30, and, as I read through them, I see certain similarities cropping up, themes which are on the verge of announcing themselves… What patterns, themes etc. can…
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Empathy & the Transmigration of Story
My belly was huge. I felt like a small planet, Pluto, perhaps, before it was downgraded. This was my third baby in three years and my body felt so stretched, my joints wrenched, my skin like that of an over-ripe apricot ready to burst. Tired out from a day of trying to keep up with my two toddlers, I slumped down on my beanbag in front of the telly and switched on the cartoons desperately hoping for a bit of peace and quiet in exchange for half an hour of CBeebies. Except the regular children’s tv wasn’t broadcasting. Instead there was ‘breaking news’ footage of a plane flying into a…
