Been ages since my last blog
I have a million things to say and yet at the same time…nothing
Been moonlighting on the wharf or docks as a stevedore/ wharfie
and I gotta say , loving it !
I can swear to my heart’s content and not offend anyone, always a good thing haha
I am down by the water and see eagles every morning when I’m going to work and on the way home.
There is a Peregrine Falcon who nests down there and I see him every day. The port has nesting boxes there to preserve the bird wildlife
Surrounded by nature and paying homage to the ancestors
My family have always been been waterside workers, from Great grandfathers, great uncles to my own father,husband .brothers,son and my 3 daughters.
Yep ,that salty air does a thing or two to the blood that runs through our veins.
I’ve hardly been on social media, just because and to be honest I don’t miss it.
Just being and listening to awesome tunes
Staring at the sky and water
Holding my arms out and whispering blessings on the wind
Seeing the magic everywhere
Silence & Beauty
Getting ready and preparing for the Keeners next Saturday with two amazing women
Julia Ingliss from www.sacredfamiliar.com/ &
www.facebook.com/13MoonsBloodMysteries/ wouldn't and couldn't do it with anyone else…like ever
I can’t explain the connection we have to this work and each other, we are all in service to the dark mothers and the women that come to heal.
It’s like nothing I have ever experienced before, total love, trust and synchronicity.
I adore these two and the deep connection is profound.
There are a couple of places left if anyone is interested, you can visit Julia's website for more info :)
The keening reminds me of this poem by Lord Byron
She Walks In Beauty
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
GEORGE GORDON BYRON
In June, 1814, Lord Byron attended a party at Lady Sitwell's. While at the party, Lord Byron was inspired by the sight of his cousin, the beautiful Mrs. Wilmot, who was wearing a black spangled mourning dress.This became the essence of his poem about her.
The poem was published in 1815.
This is how I see the women that come to the keening, walking in beauty <3