Thursday, September 27, 2012

Equinox light

I had my own private movie this morning with my coffee; magical light coming in through the leaves of the Banksian rose.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

New Dawn

The Autumn Equinox approaches and with it brings a wonderful energy of balance and celebration. As I enjoy the flowering of my new rose at the front door, I think of the new dawn approaching and what it means. Balance and alignment seem more important than ever before; so I think about, looking after ourselves as winter approaches, keeping all our environment clear and uncluttered and celebrating a new way of being and relating.

Thursday, September 13, 2012


I have had such a deep urge to clear so many different things these past few days. The run up to the new moon is exaggerated in strength as it co-incides with the run up towards the Equinox. Cupboards, paperwork, painting and today re-igniting the fire energy in the garden with a massive turning of the compost. This consists of large, new piles of rich earth which I have started bringing back to the garden. The circle is now complete. These practical things need to be completed by the new moon, then I can concentrate on the beauty of the Equinox.

Thursday, September 6, 2012


Tears of joy engulfed me as I entered the Olympic Park yesterday, greeted by a sea of echinacea, rubeckia, japanese anenomes and fishing rod grasses. My heart opened to the enormity of the whole event, the sea of people, the mass of colour and the gentleness and joyfulness of everyone around. I had the priviledge to watch the goal ball, played in the Copperbox in complete silence. It was so moving to be amongst a crowd, so large, but in total silence, hearing only the light bells ringing within the ball, like the gentle song of a babies rattle; watching the players (only three in a team) stretching their whole body, extending themselves sideways on the ground, stetching as far as possible hoping to deflect the ball. A wave of cosmos waved in the breeze as I left and headed to the Royal Albert Hall for an evening of John Adams: pulsating, upbeat and a another wave of rhythmic energy that got straight in my bones and still hasn't left this morning. Healing stuff.