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.«
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.