The truth will set you free.

AXIS MUNDI

Today the 11th day of the 11th month I have had such an extraordinary revelatory experience.
Light is shining in dark corners, doors are opening, perceptions changing, identities revealed and opened...
It is mind-altering and personal history is being re-written as I write this. I will divulge more at a later time when I have more clarity.

But the ripple in still water is there where no pebble tossed nor wind to blow.

I have always believed that the truth will out, and it will, eventually, even if it take a lifetime. Or two.
All this is thanks to my grandmother, Damaris Aubrey, bless you beautiful woman.

Thank you to Mandyleigh and to my sister and brother who joined me in this discovery and to Neil who held my hand.

Becoming a Tree Spirit

The light of mortality

A pale autumn sun, a stillness, a chill in the air, the kind of light that shows up the dust particles in the air and makes me think of mortality. All those dead skin cells. Oxygen is both life and death.
I feel uncomfortable in my own skin and want to take a shower and wash my hair NOW.
Fergus and Luna are sleeping together in one oval shaped basket on the windowsill. They are so still, so beautiful together, mother and son.

This particular unfiltered light is what makes autumn what it is here. No foliage to filter through and play with. Dappled is the word. In spring the light is so bright, not pale like this.
Something peaceful, the faint smell of wood burning, birds feeding, cats sleeping...it is very quiet here.
I open the front door to let in the sun and fresh air. The house robin is almost always there making himself heard and seen. This is his territory. I am flattered that he has chosen Sheep Cottage.

I may well continue to paint the shed today. It seems like a good day for that. The picture above shows the colour of the paint Falu Rødfaerg. It is from Dalarna in Sweden, and it has been used for hundreds of ears to preserve the wood. I like the colour, it is Sweden to me, that and the green and white, houses sitting amongst birches and fir trees.

Later tonight I shall write letters to be posted tomorrow. What a relief the postal strike is over for now.