Despite the fact, that a real winter has evaded us these last few months, I've been throtteling down, almost to the degree of hibernation. The lack of light, and everlasting mud wanderings, tends to take away some (most?) of my spirit. But nothing to lift it up, like half an hour of sun, and a short walk in my tiny woods, looking for spore-producing organisms.
The variations in colours, textures, markings and shapes are infinite, even within a single species.
I really felt the need to crawl trhough a magic hole in a tree, in order to be healed and reborn. So I did. Mentally, that is, I couldn't really fit into the only magic hole I have. But as longs as it works, wouldn't you say?
Starting with a very small activity, I found a piece of wood and a carving knife. I carved a ring with two holes in it, one for my finger and one for an old amber pearl, and added a new piece of jewellery to my home made collection. I think I got myself a new hobby here, pocket size even.
I'm meditating on this quote;
»And suddenly you know:
It's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.«
'I feel that art has something to do with achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.'
- Saul Bellow
I've been contemplating this quote lately. It summons up with so few, well-chosen words, something, that is very hard to describe.: The art of making art. - Or is he - more exactly - describing what happens before you actually make the art? Is this stillness, the prayer and the attention, what it takes - requires - to lead you to that magical place, where you can meet the muse and be granted inspiration?
I also find, that it describes what happens, when you study Nature, and everything that is living around us. When you pay attention to how twilight enhances the blues, when you notice how the light shines through a leaf, and when you become aware of how leaves divides and arranges the light into beams - then it can happen!
The stillness and the attention combines - the prayer evolves as if by
itself. Maybe not in words, but in the feeling of deep gratitude and
healing. Obviously, this is the way to inspiration for many a poet and
artist. I'm not an artist, though, but still I sense the muse whispering
in my ear, showering me in inspiration. This is the embrace of Mother Nature, for which I am both humble and joyous.
Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.
Henry David Thoreau
A simple task, as removing seeds from pods, can lead to getting lost in the beauty and amazing design of something so utterly practical as a container. Mother Nature never ceases to make me pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe.
I was watering my dyeing plants, and admiring this bumblebee, thinking about something I read about bees:
»In many ways the bees renounce love, and thereby this love develops within the entire beehive. You'll begin to understand the life of bees once you're clear about the fact that the bee lives as if it were in an atmosphere pervaded throughly by love ... The bee, with the exception of the queen bee, is a being that would say, if I may put it this way: »As individuals we want to renounce all sexual life, so that we make each one of us into a supporter of the hive's love life«.«
(Wisdom of the Bees, by Erik Berrevoets)
... when my thoughts were interrupted by a sound, which took a few seconds to interpret: the sound of a hen talking to her newly hatched chick. A bit late this hen was, but her labour is so appreciated by everybody in this household. A summer without some sort of new babies, well, it's just not quite right.
The next day there was three ...
And the day after that there was four ...
So much chick love
And fluffy bunny love
and generally just love of flowers, fruits, berries
love, responsibility, laughter, knowledge, joy, dedication, compassion, spirituality, passion, creating, crafting, being grounded and connected to the earth, gratefulness for the simple things in life & awareness and appreciation of the beauty around us. I believe in magic.