Iris

This beautiful bird flew into my life yesterday and now nothing shall ever be the same again.
I am learning to be stronger. But mostly I am learning to *stop* being strong.
There are messages and rainbows and I am filled with joy once again.

Vore Tullye

Calm has reached my bay after a time of dark storms. The Mother of the Sea has defeated Teran, once again. Green is in my mornings again and the water is falling, making sounds like the ringing of Ancient bells.

Whooper Swan . . .

Dreaming of swans, listening to a peregrine, watching the world dance her beautiful circles.

Starlings . ..

' The moon shines his Wisdom down,

on a morning filled with starlings

and new Joy. '

The past few months have been filled with * GOLDEN * joy . . .

triangles . . .

This is life at the moment. Chaos, melancholy, beauty and soft stillness . .. 

All the seasons in one whole circle nesting inside of a golden triangle.

I am singing of bright morning stars, writing about rainbows, and reading about birds made of jewels and rubies.

joy . . .

This is my first classroom . . . hand-picked books fill the shelves, a whooper swan greeted my children, St Michael keeps watch over the space, Ancient mythologies and wild flowers create magic and joy fills my soul . . .

folk love . . .

There is *MAGIC* in the air . . . labyrinth gardens, fossils, tragic tales and accordions on every street corner.

The sky above Edinburgh agrees with the change and wears her most beautiful pink threads.

I can feel parts of me being stitched back together in a landscape embroidered like no other.