shapeshifting
I've been blogging a long time. Since 2003. Lots of things have changed since then.
I changed. Change is what I do.
I shapeshifted and I'm still doing it.
Inbetween
In our garden is a hedge and behind that is another hedge and behind that hedge is a 10 foot drop down into the manor gardens. The chickens like to scratch around in the space between. I can relate to that feeling at the moment. It's rich ground.
This photograph came straight out of the camera, I just resized it. I love it.
Ten days
Chicka meets Idgie and Ninny at their front door.
See the beautiful blue/greens? Chicka likes to perch. They're perchers, this family.
MeiMei - always moving. Little Brown Hen. Sweetie.
The Flag of Chicken Nation from an original design by Evie.
Sweet MeiMei lays blue eggs. This was her first one for us.
Late afternoon. Horses in the field = Nell on a lead. #herder
I look at this and a sob explodes in my heart. Is he not perfect and wild and beautiful still?
Found for a fiver
Kodak Brownie Cresta ll 1964. With its original bag. I may never use it but I do love looking at it.
Picking up clues
I should be outside and I will be outside but before I go, some things I want to spill onto the page:
- The thing I demonstrated in the vlog is for scattered energies. When you're overwhelmed and can't get a straight thought out of your head. Do it 2-3 times a day and feel everything click back into order. Seriously. I have another for you too. Which means..uh oh...another vlog on the horizon. I might brush my hair this time.
- I fought a migraine for three days and won. Sleep, sleep and more sleep.
- I dug out an old sketch pad and drew. And didn't judge the results.
- I took my camera out at 10pm with my dogs and took some beautiful photographs.
- I picked up my hoop last night for the first time in a very long week. I needed to feel good and it never fails me. I side-stepped (or rather didn't, heh, hooping joke) the walking spin and tried something else. I span the hoop on my hand above my head (Wild West) and then I dropped it down over my shoulders onto my waist and kept it going (Float Down). I KNOW! I did the same from an overhead spin on both hands at once and it felt amazing. I also learned how to spin the hoop on my neck. This morning I ache like f*** and have bruises all over my hands and can't wait to get started again. Except this time I'll try not to bash myself on the nose with a 44" hoop.
- At some point yesterday I was thinking about wildness and how when I was younger my wild side was in her element when she was leaping about to very loud music. Namely the music that she felt in her bones. Namely the guitar sound of The Edge. And then overnight the Universe did something amazing and Tor tweeted about it and I cried happy tears and it was awesome.
- And Tracie mentioned she'd been listening to Black Prairie and I loved them too. Perfect summer night listening (apart from Edge and Muse, natch).
- Also, I read this:
Wolves never look more funny than when they have lost the scent and scrabble to find it again: they hop in the air; they run in circles; they plow up the ground with their noses; they scratch the ground, then run ahead, then back, then stand stock-still. They look as if they have lost their wits. But what they are really doing is picking up all the clues they can find. They're biting them down out of the air, they're filling up their lungs with the smells at ground level and at shoulder level, they are tasting the air to see who has passed through it recently, their ears rotating like satellite dishes, picking up transmissions from afar. Once they have all these clues in one place, they know what to do next.
- Clarissa Pinkola Estes
This has been my weekend. I hope yours is/was as fulfilling.
My daughter, my teacher
She's far better than me at just being in the flow. She also has cuter shoes.
