tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55246786369623432002024-03-13T21:58:45.699+11:00crafty little witch...art, spirit, textiles, fibre, craft, nature, love, life...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-48834303598289059082011-04-27T02:01:00.000+10:002011-04-27T02:01:59.718+10:00Alice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1Y_H3Kddis/Tbbrgw0OC8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/eVJiAUrNRsk/s1600/tumblr_kvebptYvQm1qasu68o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1Y_H3Kddis/Tbbrgw0OC8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/eVJiAUrNRsk/s400/tumblr_kvebptYvQm1qasu68o1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://woodycart.tumblr.com/post/306478171/via-xotrishiaa">http://woodycart.tumblr.com/post/306478171/via-xotrishiaa</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">... found this too</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-64031641901989458652011-04-27T01:51:00.000+10:002011-04-27T01:51:29.614+10:00the sum of all of my very own choices...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hr46YD8td58/TbbkP75BYxI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/plwGPbEWMwU/s1600/fork-road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hr46YD8td58/TbbkP75BYxI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/plwGPbEWMwU/s320/fork-road.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>This has been repeated to me over and over in the last week, .... </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>firstly it was in a movie i was watching , then in a magazine article, then in a conversation with a friend today, even in an art blog i was just reading... </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>over and over its coming up.. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>so universe...OK, ... i see you, i acknowledge you.. i get it!</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> <strong>"I AM the result of every single choice i have ever made... </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>right here... right now"</strong>...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> my life, my art, my job, my income, my body, my creativity, my diet, my children, my non existent love life, where i live...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> is all a result of every... single.... small.... daily ....sometimes barely a thought..... choices i have made... not even the BIG ones... its the little ones along the way... every little one... </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>... i am now going to make good positive choices, and put more thought into the little choices i have...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> i am grateful for having those choices in the first place... </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-39726197044600374752011-04-18T16:54:00.000+10:002011-04-18T16:54:22.885+10:00Ruby<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Good news, nothings broken, no internal bleeding, Rubys fine to be released, shes a little groggy here after a vets visit... and Ruby is a mum, a tiny little pinky in her pouch.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-17472101433314289872011-04-18T12:19:00.000+10:002011-04-18T12:19:05.654+10:00Ruby<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rlx4Ak4rig/TaufCNt1tHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/oi-hByzernw/s1600/possum%2B020.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rlx4Ak4rig/TaufCNt1tHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/oi-hByzernw/s320/possum%2B020.JPG" /></a> </div><span style="color: #783f04;">Harley and I rescued this little critter after I ran over it... poor little thing, shes a Brush tailed possum. She made it thru the night, by the way she's getting around, I think her back leg is broken.... off to the vets today.</span><br />
<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-62518772927523428972011-03-18T01:11:00.000+11:002011-03-18T01:11:26.059+11:00today's simple pleasures...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rcz1d3GxbuY/TYINnMQQ9WI/AAAAAAAAATg/cqO0APgrnJ8/s1600/034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rcz1d3GxbuY/TYINnMQQ9WI/AAAAAAAAATg/cqO0APgrnJ8/s320/034.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Driving to work, to a job i love, past the rolling waves in Kilcunda, with a hot coffee...</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Cute guy with dreads smiles and waves... gives me warm tingles...</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Giggles with the lovely Verona...</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eldest son drops into work, gives me cuddles... just because he wanted to ...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">... creative juices overflow...</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> oozes onto floor in psychedelic puddles for me to splash around in...</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UjzFsWlW60U/TYINpEWqN-I/AAAAAAAAATk/wADxRgV5D30/s1600/21-land-of-psychedelic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UjzFsWlW60U/TYINpEWqN-I/AAAAAAAAATk/wADxRgV5D30/s320/21-land-of-psychedelic.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ashes of Sai Baba come to me... </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A stranger shares stories of her travels throughout India... </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Snuggling up with the littlest son on the lounge...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-47189556689412043042011-03-06T14:14:00.000+11:002011-03-06T14:14:24.561+11:00Look what my sister made!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tgVhX4w09r4/TXLzCuHF3NI/AAAAAAAAASY/rJEd1K58EzQ/s1600/off+phone+064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tgVhX4w09r4/TXLzCuHF3NI/AAAAAAAAASY/rJEd1K58EzQ/s1600/off+phone+064.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Recently i became an Aunty, im very excited... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">we havent had a baby in the family since Jesse.. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">and hes just turned ten! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Thats my dad with his brand new 2 hour old grandson.... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Welcome to the world Eli John Phelps...</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-7630263780276495552011-03-06T14:07:00.000+11:002011-03-06T14:07:26.130+11:00If wishes were horses beggars would ride...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-b_2tlPUfzk0/TXLzB3J0OKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/czcamGGo6dI/s1600/off+phone+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-b_2tlPUfzk0/TXLzB3J0OKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/czcamGGo6dI/s1600/off+phone+050.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">I saw this Gypsy Van at an auction place, and immediately</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"> fell deeply in love!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">My dream .... one day...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"> is to travel Australia in one of these, pulled by a team of camels</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"> .... i will have an old singer foot peddeled sewing machine, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">and beautiful textiles and fabrics, velvets, laces, and silks... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">spilling out of drawers and boxes in the back... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">bits i have collected from all over the world, on my adventures....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">and travel and sew, and travel and sew my creations,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"> stopping by creeks to dye my creations</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"> with bark, leaves and flowers... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">just like India showed me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Then off i go to the next festival, or market with my wares... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Its a great dream to get lost in... one day...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-84423767710983142362011-02-20T17:16:00.000+11:002011-02-20T17:16:07.141+11:00Blank Canvas<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raE3JDzOrbQ/TWCvxc93NFI/AAAAAAAAARM/JRHZom17420/s1600/fabric%2B001.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raE3JDzOrbQ/TWCvxc93NFI/AAAAAAAAARM/JRHZom17420/s320/fabric%2B001.JPG" /></a> </div><br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ace7L41bA3Y/TWCvxS9d0GI/AAAAAAAAARU/4PUJVviIi_I/s1600/fabric%2B002.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ace7L41bA3Y/TWCvxS9d0GI/AAAAAAAAARU/4PUJVviIi_I/s320/fabric%2B002.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">... found this old crochet table cloth in the opp shop...</span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> its like staring at a blank canvas.</span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> My intention is to make a long vest out of it...</span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">... But can i actually chop it up? </span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-8394394299878021982011-02-15T23:36:00.000+11:002011-02-15T23:36:50.144+11:00universe loves me....<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0iiYeHoZLI/TVpy3V3FOsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rmOfcfGp5dI/s1600/feb%2B2011%2B004.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0iiYeHoZLI/TVpy3V3FOsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rmOfcfGp5dI/s320/feb%2B2011%2B004.JPG" /></a> </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc9933;">Yesterday was Valentines Day...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc9933;"> there were no roses, chocolates or mushy poems for me this year ....<br />
However... when i went for a walk down the beach today,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc9933;"> i found this little heart shaped rock pool ... </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc9933;">the universe loves me!</span></strong></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-37054039551020183052011-01-04T14:45:00.003+11:002011-01-04T17:25:27.395+11:00Sari -<div align="center"><div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dee_/139645699/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="photo sharing"><img alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/139645699_f94ea0c7ab_m.jpg" style="border-bottom: #000000 2px solid; border-left: #000000 2px solid; border-right: #000000 2px solid; border-top: #000000 2px solid;" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dee_/139645699/">Sari - Waschstraße</a><br />
Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/dee_/">dee_</a></span></div><span style="color: #bf9000;">My fingers tingle when see this... i need to touch it!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-2423319625019361782011-01-04T10:22:00.002+11:002011-01-04T10:27:10.265+11:00Sari merchants, Jodhpur<div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/industrybrandagency/4367931143/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="photo sharing"><img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4367931143_8b409ff211_m.jpg" style="border-bottom: #000000 2px solid; border-left: #000000 2px solid; border-right: #000000 2px solid; border-top: #000000 2px solid;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/industrybrandagency/4367931143/">Sari merchants, Jodhpur</a><br />
Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/industrybrandagency/">Peter Heywood</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br clear="all" /><span style="color: #bf9000;">India is calling me... pictures like this appeal to all my senses, i want to reach out and touch those beautiful saris...</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-34513673309342893412010-11-30T15:33:00.000+11:002010-11-30T15:33:11.161+11:00Love is all you need...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/TPR8ZEPPzDI/AAAAAAAAANY/OIJ7QW-P6Fc/s1600/shop+felt+crystals+21st+057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/TPR8ZEPPzDI/AAAAAAAAANY/OIJ7QW-P6Fc/s320/shop+felt+crystals+21st+057.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>just playing with some little felted bits.... </em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-4967084917582079932010-11-30T01:14:00.000+11:002010-11-30T01:14:12.063+11:00dreaming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/TPOx3-aeF-I/AAAAAAAAANU/bN2RiHvZvDE/s1600/rock_path.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/TPOx3-aeF-I/AAAAAAAAANU/bN2RiHvZvDE/s1600/rock_path.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>...in my dreams lately there has been a common thread, ....crossing streams, crossing old bridges, over grown tracks that give way to beautiful flower laden paths... </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>...maybe my feet have found the right path...</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-67549218934307672932010-11-28T22:57:00.002+11:002010-11-28T23:54:06.722+11:00Fairysteps shoes<div align="left"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4130/5015144242_2fd3892e14_m.jpg" style="border-bottom: #000000 2px solid; border-left: #000000 2px solid; border-right: #000000 2px solid; border-top: #000000 2px solid;" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; float: right; height: 42px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; width: 458px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fairysteps/5015144242/">Fairysteps shoes</a><br />
Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/fairysteps/">fairysteps</a></span></div></div></div></em></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em><div style="text-align: left;"><br clear="all" /></div></em><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana;">A cushion cover, hand embroidered in India, simple and beautiful.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-49496573082746826292010-09-13T17:22:00.000+10:002010-09-13T17:22:35.257+10:00metamorphosis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad282/moharis031976/AndrewGonzalez_UnioMystica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad282/moharis031976/AndrewGonzalez_UnioMystica.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Artist: <a href="http://www.sublimatrix.com/index.html">Andrew Gonzalez Unio Mystica</a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #bf9000;">Cocooning gave me a chance to rest my body, </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #bf9000;">reassess my life,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #bf9000;"> reconnect with the goddess,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #bf9000;"> and reawaken my spirit....</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #bf9000;"> Slowly i grew stronger,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #bf9000;"> with the help of some beautiful family and friends,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #bf9000;">who love me</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #bf9000;"> unconditonally.</span></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-47139039761770207812010-09-13T15:24:00.000+10:002010-09-13T15:24:13.651+10:00Time Out...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/TI20kIUvvFI/AAAAAAAAALw/y088aXOBBwg/s1600/cocoons+sept2010+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/TI20kIUvvFI/AAAAAAAAALw/y088aXOBBwg/s320/cocoons+sept2010+018.JPG" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Took some time out, time off, time to heal. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>I didn't feel positive enough to post, so i stopped.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Stopped painting, stopped sewing, stopped felting,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> stopped studying, stopped showering, stopped making decisions,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> stopped caring...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>and went deep into my cocoon.</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-33061197365642343342009-08-20T23:31:00.002+10:002009-08-20T23:58:47.768+10:00Angel Healing<img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MDc3NDU5OTIzNCZwdD*xMjUwNzc*NzI1NzAzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*xZTIwNmRmNTMzMmI*ZDE*YmUzYzNkYzVmMjk3ODRkZCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/healing" target="_blank" o="'7"><img border="0" src="http://i712.photobucket.com/albums/ww129/madamorgan/healing_angel.jpg" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">A breath takingly beautiful experience recently happened... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">I had an angel healing, thru meditation, and a marvellous healer. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"> Feelings of elation, wonderment and beauty and pure love.... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">wrapping warmly around me, safe, loved, cherished...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Thankyou Ellie Blessed Be.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-2625439472325378772009-08-20T22:08:00.005+10:002009-08-20T22:51:42.247+10:00Naturally spirals<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/So1AOsuZ0zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YnOFO5NMOVs/s1600-h/stuff+art+june+09+052.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372020551791006514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/So1AOsuZ0zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YnOFO5NMOVs/s400/stuff+art+june+09+052.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">I love watching the water, the waves calm me.... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">wandering, investigating, collecting, poking.... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">naked toes dipped into arctic water....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">in winter...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"> theres not another soul around...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"> i can breathe....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-85166025385561129772009-08-20T21:19:00.007+10:002009-08-20T22:07:20.364+10:00Public Art and Fairy Penguins<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/So00qVVPKxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Sn_o1GRfljY/s1600-h/stuff+art+june+09+012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372007832408238866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/So00qVVPKxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Sn_o1GRfljY/s400/stuff+art+june+09+012.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><em>Been working on a public art project with the divine Victoria Nelson, my art teacher, and a very special friend.... </em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><em>the sculpture will consist of 3 large bronze panels, on a peice of granite, to be placed just outside Grantville, Victoria Australia.<br />I felt proud to be part of this process, ...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><em>(my job was to smooth the lumps out!) </em></span></div><span style="color:#006600;"><em><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />Miss Vic has been a dedicated islander on Phillip Island for over 30 years, not only in the Arts and teaching, but everywhere... from shearing sheep, and working at the tip to nurturing wildlife, and saving shearwater birds, to protecting our most precious treasure here on the island... the fairy penguins. .... </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Vic has now relocated to another coastal town, and i will miss her dearly.</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><em>Bye Vic, thankyou for EVERYTHING you taught me.</em></span></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372014735049992162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/So068HrRp-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/lebIfA0nvCg/s400/penguins.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-24247442641221279872009-08-06T22:11:00.006+10:002010-09-13T17:32:41.419+10:00Rebel Rebel<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/Snrh3E0TY3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RzId3ZF05RA/s1600-h/stuff+art+june+09+175.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366850242267538290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/Snrh3E0TY3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RzId3ZF05RA/s400/stuff+art+june+09+175.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br />
<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/SnrQUxAKFXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GNTIT-qAt4U/s1600-h/stuff+art+june+09+172.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366830961135326578" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/SnrQUxAKFXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GNTIT-qAt4U/s400/stuff+art+june+09+172.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a> <em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Rebel Rebel 1mx 1.5m canvas in oils</span><span style="color: #339999;"></span></em><br />
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<span style="color: #339999;">A painting would usually take me a few weeks to a few months,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #339999;">this one took a day.</span><br />
<span style="color: #339999;">i needed to get all these emotions out of me, so i threw them on a canvas, melted into it, getting totally lost in my painting... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #339999;">its raw, and its probably my best work yet.</span><br />
<span style="color: #339999;">now i understand, that it doesnt have to be about painting a symbol, or a flower, or a nude.... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #339999;">its about how the painting feels, how it vibrates out to the veiwer, the energy that enimates. i knew this... now i <em>TOTALLY GET IT!</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999;">This is my experience, its my emotions smeared around in colour, its</span></div><div><span style="color: #339999;">my hurt, my pain, my release, my love.</span></div><div><span style="color: #339999;"></span></div><div><span style="color: #339999;">it was never meant to be about him ... yet its all about him</span></div><div><span style="color: #339999;"></span></div><div></div><br />
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AND i don't have to keep feeding him, <em>(bottomless pit this one!)</em> no more stupid arguments and grumpiness and bickering...yeahy!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">I will miss his Jamieness, his smiles, and his infectious laughter, the smart arsed comments that make me giggle, his naughtiness, the sound of his voice and his presents in house and of course....his big warm cuddles, <em><span style="font-size:85%;">he calls me mumma bear, and i like that.</span></em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Actually I am really excited about the next phase of our life journey together...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">I let him go with love, knowing i have been the best possible mum i could be, and have instilled as much goodness, morals and love as i could cram in there... I'm excited to see what unfolds in life for him, I'm excited to see how he matures and grows in the future, and what adventures he gets up too...</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">New beginnings</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Always my baby</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Love you Jamie</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-39796749379289826422009-08-06T01:42:00.007+10:002009-08-06T03:32:25.484+10:00it was coming....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/SnnA27Zt1dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/p1LVXmu3V_Q/s1600-h/Akasha+044.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366532480879678930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/SnnA27Zt1dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/p1LVXmu3V_Q/s320/Akasha+044.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/Snm-1ju-q2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/UaOiOoA6XIE/s1600-h/tanjil+and+stuff+may+june+09+201.jpg"></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#339999;">There was an odd day a few weeks back, a strangly warm sunny afternoon for winter, i remember getting out of the car, walking to the front door, enjoying the sunshine,</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">and then i felt it...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">the wind, gentle yet strong...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">and i heard that <em>voice in my head... </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"><em>the winds of change are coming... </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">i know this wind, i have felt it before, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">i asked for the changes coming to be painless and positive ones.....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#339999;">Then i quickly dismissed it, and told myself i was just being silly, and giggled out aloud..... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">but deep down .... i <em>knew</em> it was coming.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"><em>Does anyone else have these experiences or am i the only "kook"?<br /></em></span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-28674096834493394142009-08-06T01:02:00.007+10:002009-08-06T22:11:15.129+10:00i got lost<span style="color:#663300;"><em>I got lost, really really lost after the last solstice, i have never suffered from depression before, it just kind of crept up on me ... got me from behind when i wasn't looking.<br />Came over like a big dark cloud, and stayed for a while. </em></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"><br /><em>As the solar eclipse passed, i hung on to what was precious in my life, my boys, my partner, my art, my health, my sanity... then they started to slip away...<br /><br />Painting.... my passion became a struggle.<br />Pap test reveals pre cancerous cells,<br />Fibroids have invaded my womb,<br />Doctor tells me i have depression, anxiety, and complete exhaustion, prescibes anti depressants...<br />Have to have time off work to get fixed...no work = no money<br />My big boy leaves home.... the same weekend i found out my partner has been with another woman.<br />Sanity slips away<br />OK universe...how much do want to squeeze into 10 days! ok, maybe it was over a month, but felt like a really short amount of time.<br /><br /></em><strong>ENOUGH!<br /></strong><br /><em>Crap!... just re-read my last 2 posts.... didn't see that coming!</em></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524678636962343200.post-9813064170862106842009-06-23T00:48:00.004+10:002009-08-06T01:31:30.815+10:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;">wow...What an intense few weeks leading up to winter solstice.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"><strong>BIG</strong> changes for me.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;">Making those giant leaps into the unknown are terrifying but at the same time exhilarating!</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666600;">Looks like the universe has some plans.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350167380206483730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNr-7UXppKA/Sj-c4soW-RI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DWau8qSOSho/s320/tanjil+and+stuff+may+june+09+194.jpg" /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0