miracles.

it is late afternoon. i am reorganising my studio, my altar. my hand comes to rest on my handmade talisman of the egyptian goddess maat. out, out, out into the lush backyard. the talisman wants to be in the grass. i begin photographing it, faint streaks of light streaming from the sun, shadows of grass. then the streaks of light are g.o.n.e.

i wonder where the light has gone.

i stand. maat talisman in hand, wind whistling around me. and i see the sun, a great golden globe, slipping down behind the mountain. slipping-slipping-moment-by-moment. if i squint, i can see it move gently onwards on its journey.
and then it is gone. all that remains is twilight.

moments of spectacular grace as my patch of earth farewells the sun for another day.

i believe i just experienced a miracle.

spirit blossom.

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch.

Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

- e.e. cummings

my favourite morning

my favourite morning this year was in august, on my parents' farm.
playing outside in the early light with my niece and nephew - joshua and alyssa.
joshy pointing to our mini-horse jack, and understanding that he wanted to be a cowboy.
so i made him a cowboy. and alyssa was a cowgirl.
i placed them on jack's back, and held them there, all three of us giggling wildly,
as jack ignored us and continued eating.
at one point, jack took a sudden grass-eating turn and i caught the munchkins on their way down. all they did was giggle more and ask to go back up again.

so that's how we spent some time.
there in the lush green grass, under the bluest of morning skies,
still with bed hair and in pyjamas,
learning how to horse~ride.

placing that memory in the goddess~box of my heart,
and keeping it for good.

:)