Invocation of all the parts of me. To start off I had some key players come in. Galaxy Woman to the left. Grandfather tree to the right. Then I started from the centre. Tree of life. Deeply rooted into the earth. Effortlessly expressive branches into the ether. Surrounded by the galaxy. The whole entire galaxy. … Continue reading Art Journaling : Council of Selves
a tiny story that can in no way capture the profound impact my gorgeous grandfather had on me.
This comes on the back of surgery. And fire is appropriate. I need fire in my belly. My solar plexus. My guts. Despite it being cut and prodded. And I need the stregth to burn the skeletons I've been holding onto. I haven't got the strength to keep carrying this heaviness, nor the desire to. … Continue reading Art Journalling 3. Bonefire
[3 years] Secondly, I remember Hannah, my first doll... I remember the care and attachment to her. I remember loving her, and the responsibility of looking after her.
So by pure fluke, as all good things seem to be, I've joined an art journaling group for people wanting and wishing for a baby. It is facilitated by Ishara from Fertility Dreaming. And what a freaking intense journey it is. So we got a link to the page with the first video instructions. I … Continue reading Art Journalling and Art Healing. Pre-Start. And hating it.