Barn owls, everywhere Magical sight in the air Grand, powerful stare. The first time I met you, barn owl, it was in the summer 2005. I was driving in the very early hours of the morning, on the motorway in the south east of France, on my way to Germany.
A new year begins, As I watch black birds feeding While I keep painting.
I often wonder: What do I have to offer, the world has plenty.
“Potato mug, potato mug, potato mug, potato mug…” ~~~ Self-expression is A journey inward, Toward (self) discovery. A quiet voyage… a stone in the sea. ~~~
The sounds of the night walking down the track, listening, torch in hand, alert… the owls are calling, and badgers, hiding.
I’m not even sure… snoring dog in front of me, bull terrier and blue.
– Wild soul staring back Youth burning like a fire Keep going, down the track –
Seagull came to me yesterday, after a yoga class focusing on Vishuddhi (or Vishuddha), the throat (and 5th) chakra. Amongst other things, Vishuddhi is about speaking your truth, voicing your needs, saying the things that really need to be said, being able to voice your feelings clearly, with honesty. Its colours are often purple or […]