Posts on Ripening
Like a trail through a forest, which becomes more and more faint and finally seems to diminish to a nothing, traditional psychological theory, too soon runs out for the creative, the gifted, the deep woman. Traditional psychology is often spare or entirely silent about deeper issues important to women; the archetypal, the intuitive, the sexual and cyclical, the ages of women, a woman's way, a woman's knowing, her creative fire.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Midlife and the great unknown
In the middle of the road of my life I awoke in a dark wood, where the true way was wholly lost. Dante Alighieri David Whyte has a great image in his audio set, Midlife and the Great Unknown. He describes the moment when you are at the end of a project or when you […]
Endings
This crop’s life in the field, glowing in the evening sun. In the cycle of farming, beginning anew, harvesting seeds, some endings are also beginnings. BROWSE Does it make you wonder? Home Skin like a rhinocerous There’s grey and then there’s grey…… Setting out….#Pilgrimage Faltering
The mother shaped Hen Blackbird
It’s been a busy time for myself and the birds around here. There are a number of nesting families very close by and I am watching their progress from my desk. There’s a nest of Blue Tits just above the window, a pair of Great Tits under the granite bird bath, and […]
Wabi-sabi and the beauty of imperfection
Every year at least once I remember the lines of this poem. Usually it’s during Autumn in the dazzling russets of dying leaves. This year it was while walking in Mount Congreve during Magnolia time. Magnolias were flowering on dark branches and there are some ancient specimens there, but it was the dying […]
First frost and final freedom
It’s been a great year. One of the best. After years of campaigning for women’s rights, I turned 60 and realised I could finally LIVE liberation rather than just hoping for it. What took me so long? What changed? Growing up in Ireland during a different era, we girls were rewarded […]
Just before they fall apart
Just before they die off for the winter they have their most spectacular show. Faded edges, crinkled old flowers, their faces a little worse for wear. The October sun catches them in their last glory. Having been down this path before, I know there will be one more beautiful […]
Embracing shade
During the summer of 1975 when I was on the road with an architect, a singer, an uileann piper and a gypsy guitarist, we diverted from lucrative street performing in Germany to visit Scandinavia. We travelled in a green VW van which had been gifted to us one night during a dinner […]
In their stillness
Every year I choose a word to guide me on my way. Last January I chose Pilgrimage and set out to undertake “a long journey especially one undertaken as a quest, or for a votive purpose, to pay homage.” As an agnostic, sitting on the fence as to what it’s all […]
In stillness
They excel in stillness. Sitting and watching. Waiting and listening. On the corner, on a chair outside the front door, at the gate to the garden. Once I asked a Native American for a clue to the future. Am on on the right path I asked her? She was supposed to be […]
