~ a healing circle for you ~

unconditionally
i hold out my hands
to hold onto yours
unconditionally
i send you love, gentleness, kindness, grace
may you know your true worth
may you know that love ruminates in your soul
may you feel centred in your core
yes you

may the birds flight into the sky delight you
may you feel the kindnesses of this world inside you
the ducks, the rivers, the fond way the wind caresses you
the last days of autumn and spring,
around this globe the seasons change
and around this globe the healing energy glows.

i kiss your palm in its centre
i hold you in my embrace
unconditionally

join me in this healing circle,
xoxo

love,
leonie

a rose quartz with a chip in it

donna, leonie, gaby

i tried to explain my weekend today to a friend:
imagine you have just witnessed 50 small miracles in three days. and somebody asks you how you are. all you can do is smile, and say... it was good.

these two women came, they met each other for the first time. they stayed in our house. we went to a goddess workshop together. we shared and we laughed madly and we healed and our heads fell off and our hearts grew like the most magnificent lotus flowers, tender tendrils digging deep in the muddy earth. we spoke our truth together. we created space for each other to be and heal. we fed love to each other like grapes. and when they left, the tears came, as did the gratitude, the joy. so did the string of prayer beads that remind me to stay centred in my soul. my cells ache with a new dance.

my heart is a rose quartz with a grazed surface. a beloved dog mug with a chip in it. a heart painted in watercolour so wet the paper tore a little.
and there is magnificence in that. it is a deep and beautiful lesson for me to admit that, and claim that part of myself again. hello beautiful leonie. to be the wounded warrior walking in this world. to be the teacher who has felt the lesions of her lessons. yes, the rose quartz heart has a chip in it, and that is okay. in fact, it is beautiful. i love and honour myself even with this truth. especially with this truth. {what can you love and honour yourself for?}

this is the truth and the healing that lives in me now from the weekend.
to circle with women, to be held by them, for their hands to be placed on my head and heart when it aches... this is profound. this is life.

the mini miracles of strolling in soft bookstores with long wooden benches. lying on my back in the gallery in a sea of my own artwork. sitting on the couch in tears as these two women and my lover placed their healing hands on me. the rose garden, and the mermaid in the tree. lunches in the sun with seven beautiful women. spirit card readings that spoke to us. gabs' sweet rock presence. being held in the moonlight by donn. yes, all the aching and the tears and the laughter and the healing.

i am broken and fixed all at once,
and for the first time it feels right to be this.

with my chips and my grazings my heart allows even more in.

you are beautiful

if gandhi says you are beautiful

and leonie says you are beautiful

surely... you must be beautiful.


i begin a beautiful long weekend tomorrow, as two friends jet in from other cities...
and i hold their hands in mine at a goddess workshop.

there is a thousand petalled lotus in my belly that blossoms more and more every day, in every way, as i express my love in words, art, friendships and BEing. i grow rich in the blessings of spirit.

i am doing the best i can in this moment, and so are you.

love your sassy style,
lotus of leonie


p.s. check out the fabulous you are beautiful website to change your world the loving way.

Nothing is as beautiful

But nothing is as beautiful
As when she believes
When she believes
When she believes
When she believes
When she believes
When she believes

~ ben harper, when she believes

Art exhibition opening

It is with great joy I invite you to the opening of my first solo art exhibition... Joy is an option.


Blue Roof Gallery, Tharwa ACT.
~ 2.00pm, Sunday 4 June 2006 ~


Special guests for the occasion include the Honourable Mumsy and Dadsy,
all the way from NQ.

Blue Roof Gallery is next door to Cuppacumbalong.

I would lurve to see your smiling faces there.
Children and inner children joyfully invited along for iced vovos and fairy bread.

Wishing you the gift of a large butterfly net to catch all your BIG dreams in.

Please email me if you're hoping to get there. All welcome!

blessings,
Leonie

a reminder to...

let it out.
are you holding air in your lungs?
e x h a l e.
let your shoulders drop.
fill up again with more nourishing air.
b r e a t h e.
e x h a l e.

everything in this world is okay.
it is all okay.

the magical place...

miracle maker davird


no, dear readers, i do not live in a land of magenta leaves ~
but they are a luminous gold
and it IS magical.

autumn and spring are so reverential for me ~
that i simply must colour them how i see them.
{psychedelicspring can be seen here}

i thank you deeply for seeing and feeling just what i do when i see pictures of women and men sharing their souls with the world.
there is something so precious about this ~ about all of this.

at the fuel station today, a woman drove in front of our car, and i was stilled for a moment as i thought: i see the goddess in her. it was so apparent, yet i'm not sure if she knew.
that's what i want to share with the world... that knowing.



a friend of mine once told me that my paintings were like looking at the world through leonie-tinted glasses.
i hope through all of my art ~ my photography, creations and writing ~ i can share this vision with the world.

today my heart is full,
with the knowing of my work and my passion,
and with the precious cool of hands holding hands as we heal
of women circling with women
of men circling with men
of women creating dear friendships with men.

yesterday we delighted in the way the bark glimmered in the light.
and we photographed tears.
we created new space in this world.
and with hearts singing, we dared to be all of us.

tomorrow ~ i'm not sure what of tomorrow
nor can i be concerned of it.
if this is what yesterday and today hold ~
then mama gaia is dancing
and i am enraptured by her.

today i witness the divine.

goddess diana


so joyful i could weep.
i know i am doing my heart's work
when i am witnessing the divine
sharing in a beautiful, beautiful connection
and honouring the sacred spirit in those around me.

the autumn leaves fell like golden rain around us
we made a healing circle in them
to step into our highest selves.

i see the beauty in you. i see the beauty in you.


buddha dave

living the dream.

an old painting that reminds me of me today...


i had a star of a thought today, in the bathroom at work where all good insights happen.

i realised quite suddenly that i was living my dream.

i have the job i always wanted to be: an editor. when i was a kid i thought it would be a run of the mill book editor, and instead i am a web content editor. i had a large and goofy smile on my face all day as i realised just how much i love being a word geek, surrounded by sparkling men and women who really dig working with each other.

i have the passion i always wanted to have: art ~ writing ~ photography. i am so BLESSED to do what i do, and to have souls surrounding me, loving what i do, urging me on. my art is evolving and growing and becoming just what it wants to be. it will always do this.

i love a man, and he loves me. and not only this, he is the most incredible man i have ever met. he called me at work, just to say hello, and after we hung up, i giggled and put my head on my desk, telling my deskbuddy that i liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiked him. hello lovesick teenager leonie.

and i have a me. a tender, vulnerable, raw, open hearted, journalling, giggling me. the me who turns up every day, rain hail or shine, to feel the lessons of this life.

this perfect moment of realisation ~ it is the snapshot of the dancer mid leap, forever poised, a look of ecstasy shining in her face. the dancer who has been dancing since the start, and will continue even after the cameras have gone. each moment is perfect, each moment is sublime.

most especially this one.

holding you and holding me

and in the car riding high on the ridge towards the sunset, i share my truth
about how my heart feels a bit broken sometimes
and how sometimes i don't trust and i don't feel steady
and he speaks about my healing and his healing and our healing
and it is the most precious thing.
{this sweet broken heart of mine trusts enough to grow seedlings of wings}

it is the stepping forward into our new selves,
it is learning all over again how to love freely,
and it is the sweet power of knowing i trust enough to say my words,
for them to be heard,
and for the relationSHIP to sail steadily forth, not rocked by emotion or fear.

hello, blue yonder seas,
i embark upon you, i dream upon you
and on our ship flies the taunt flowing sails of our hearts.

this is the stuff that romantic movies aren't made out of ~
they are glossy and shiny and easy
when the real stuff is gritty, and is sometimes stumbling towards the light, groping in the dark, holding you and holding me as best we can.

xoxo

{five years on saturday, and i am still learning the kaleidescope of ways i can fall for him, and love him, and love me.}

get your giggles on

there's nothing like trying to get out of a hammock to make you get your giggles on.

other things that made me get my giggles on this weekend were making potent goon punch with andrea, the fields in the soft autumn light and playing goddess photoshoots in a golf course.

i've been getting my paint on all day in the studio. i am looking forward to my lover coming home, greeting him with a warm kiss, and making gado gado with homecooked peanut sauce.

today i dream of loving bedsheets and gardens growing from my head, of fairies on unicorns {no, truly} and women standing in their power.


when the www becomes wild, wonderful and whimsical ~

i think elaine from ancient design is a magical fairygrandmother
i believe mati rose to be very, very cool
the delicate, tender, beautiful humanity of trevor is so beautiful to see
josephine wall wallpaper makes dreams in my computers mind
i hum under my breath beautiful chants & invocations
i drink in cries and whispers of the creative life
and somedays, i crack myself up.

exquisite.

andrea


dear andrea,
thank you for allowing me into your life,
for sharing your heart, your warmth, your stories, your kindness.
you are a gift, and you are a goddess.
your gentle and true heart touch the world.
love you dearly,
leonie


"you do not have to broadcast
the beauty and purity of your heart.
your face can and will
do it for you."
~ sri chinmoy

hear me

i am woman, hear me roar


dear angels, god, goddess, buddha, fairies,
i hope you can hear me
i am just learning to talk with you and share with you and ask for help to clear my intentions and spirit.
today i wish to be me.
today i wish to make the highest choices, that will help, heal and bring joy to me and the rest of the world.
i wish to do my sacred work in witnessing women in their magnificence.
i ask for assistance and higher guidance to flow with spirit.
i have a story inside me that is growing and being nourished in my belly. please be my midwife, my helper, my doula, as i continue to help it grow. it will be ready one day to birth into the world. please help me stay in line with the flow of spirit in growing it.
please help me find and live in the BIGgest love, and realise all my dreams. i deeply wish for and want them. please help me feel loved and cared for no matter what. i wish to walk my path. my highest path.
today i choose to breathe in courage and peace,
and exhale all fear.

love,
Leonie


"may your life be like a wildflower,
growing freely in the beauty and joy of each day"
~ native american proverb

jemiah.

One miraculous day, the World tilted on its side,
and a vase of flowers fell over,
spreading petunias, roses, whirlywigs and marigold
all over Jemiah.
At first she was grumpy about the accident,
but then a giggle burbled up in her,
and a sweet smile stayed.
A bird took up residence in her chest
and began cuu-cuuing soft songs to her heart.
Jemiah felt more beautiful than ever before.
(Thank god the World tilted on its side...)



that pretty much sums it up for me right now
...said with a whimsical and wise smile resting on my face.

things that work

what are the things that work?
i am not sure. i only know that i keep on anyway.

brandi said to me possibly the most profound words i've heard in a while:
what a beautiful messy journey it is, over rock and stream.
I love it. even when I don't get it.

loving it even when you DON'T get it... embracing the great mystery
it's such a huge concept~ a mammoth magnificent love idea...
being able to touch the unknowable, kiss the unknowable, embrace the unknowable like you would a friend, a child, a mother,
accept it as it is, and that it is what it is...

oh great mystery, divine matrix,
i feel steeped to my haunches
as though i should be preparing for something
but there is no homework to do for what is to come
just living, breathing you in, moment by moMEANT.

This life can be quite messy - but also lovely, frightful,
glorious, and dreadful, all within a single hour. May we never lose
hope. There is so much living to do.
~ grace*filled gail


p.s. have i mentioned lately how grateful i am for you?
i truly am.


Play&JOY ~

:: play like jackson pollock!
{click your left mouse button to change colours}

:: find out your name trivia...
for example, did you know that:

1. The pharoahs of ancient Egypt wore garments made with thin threads of beaten leonie.
2. California is the biggest exporter of leonie in the world.

:: and i, like the rest of australia, shed tears of joy when two miners were rescued after two weeks underground.

on this ground i walk

an afternoon
in the earth
amongst the trees
clambering rocks
breathing in sweet, crisp autumn alpine air.

i forget the joy that being out in the wild brings to my heart.
i forget just how connected i feel when i am kissing the face of ancient stone.

and now i remember.

on this ground i walk
i learn of energy
and earthliness
and standing in my power
and allowing
and asking angels for guidance when i feel stuck in my human-ness...

it's been a big week at life school for leonie this week,
and i am grateful for it.

blessings,
leonie
earth-walker


p.s. aussies out there - denton is interviewing leunig on monday night!
leonie hearts leunig

the choice of love.

i deeply thank you for your loving and spiritfilled messages,
from my heart, hand and spirit to yours,
namaste,
leonie

LIVING my spirit work

i send you this
with a
tear stained face
feet that have been urged into the earth
hands that have been stretched up towards the stars and crone moon

i am healed and grieving and lost and found all at once.

this is life, all of it, even the bits that feel unpretty
the bits that are in pain and i want to run away from them.

i think:
if i just sit with it, it will be okay. so i do.

sitting, healing, silliness, crying, pain writing, laughing uproarously, deepening,
joy at the glory of the earth. mama gaia is always there for me to be held on.

i'm not sure what's going on right now,
and that's okay.
i am living in the GREAT mystery of it all.

i don't need to be DOING my spirit work.
i am LIVING it.

each moment is momentous.

Why should I be the one?

why SHOULDN'T i be the one?

vital questions to a woman who is sharing her story as honestly, deeply and magnificently as she CAN.