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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
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 […]
Dark angels #Pilgrimage ~June
Like my own Grandmother in mourning for her mother since 1953, each one is wearing black. They peer from a chair in their doorways during the day but in the early morning or late at night they come out of their cosy seclusion. While the men are down in the bars […]
Growing up and growing old
They were born here on the lake last spring. Swans often don’t survive that first year, foxes or mink take the young eventually. These two are about 9 months old, hiding amongst the reeds, tall and strong. My own chicks have been here for a few weeks. All six footers with beards […]
Hurtling towards our future at 1670 kilometres per hour
Myself and the neighbours sky watch and throw our wishes for light into every short encounter. From “there’s a stretch in the evenings” to “as long as it’s bright” we are guilty of the most repetitive weather conversations that can be had. From the top of the hill you can see the […]
Setting out….#Pilgrimage
At the beginning of this Pilgrimage into 2014 it’s all about setting out. With January as the starting point and 12 staging posts along the way, we put one foot in front of another and we are off! While it’s just another year in many ways, the older I get the more […]
Living in muted colour
The Rosebay Willowherb are at the end of this cycle. At their height they are pinker and deeper than a girly pink. In early autumn they go to seed in a fluffy fashion and by December they are gnarled fists of skeletal remains clinging to their stalks. In clumps along the ditches, they mark […]
A slow parting
It was a slow parting, the end of many years of decline. Autumn came to echo this. Slowly, deliberately, and without an exit strategy. A one way ticket. And while he waited for the end, I photographed every fading leaf and naked branch. Now September is dipping into a paintbox of change, […]
