The wheel turns. Autumn equinox.
Persephone returns to Hades in the underworld.
The trees are showing just a hint of autumn colours. This is my favorite time of year.
A quiet ritual for me this year. Sunday afternoon roam.up the valley a quiet spot where I can call to my goddess Hekate of land sea and sky.
A beautiful liminal place. It’s been a hard month and today I was reminded how beautiful life is even at times when things are hard.
The sun shone as we walked through beautiful fields still graced with.wild flowers.
I never tier of living here in Wales and there is always something new to take my breath away.
Today it was the irredesent turquoise blues of a huge dragonfly colours that would make any marmaid envious.
I don’t believe there are many problems that a walk on a mountain can’t bring clarity too.
So as the nights begins to draw in.
Nature shows us that balance is a transition point. It’s a tool. It’s a pathway to something else. It’s not the goal. If balance serves you, then wonderful.
It’s a pathway to something else. It’s not the goal.
But if balance doesn’t serve you, whether because you’re immersed in something that’s really fulfilling or because you’re stuck in something that isn’t, you don’t need feel like you have to criticize yourself.
The signs are all around. We can allow the leaves to fall, the plates to fall, and the learnings to nest as we enter a new season of growth.
May it be a season for practicing presence and discovering what balance means to you
Blessed be. ♥️
Women are from Venus Men are from Mars.
I get that.
There really is nothing more powerful than a circle of women .
Strong, unbreakable, inspiring and much more
Women’s best friends are stronger often than blood.
Or at least that’s my experience.
Women’s friends often know them better than their partners .
They are the duct tape that hold each other’s lives together.
How do men manage without that?
I have a few close women friends and I know without doubt they have my back and I have theirs
Free thinkers, poets, dreamers, rebels, square pegs hippys women who walk barefoot and arnt afraid to be exactly who they are.
Make no excuses take no prisoners. Who dance in the rain.
Honest funny, loving. Passionate
I love you
I am truly blessed.
It’s six am I’ve done three loads of washing, emptied the dishwasher fed the cats and the geese put washing on the line lost my cup of tea twice
The September sun is shinning it’s a beautiful day.
I’m picking up my mother and father in law at nine taking them to hospital father in law is being admitted nothing serious.
You see I joke with my hubby I tell him he got me to come back to Wales under false pretenses.
He promised me a family a Mam and Dad .
That was fourteen years ago.
His mother is four foot f@@k all and scared the shit out of me.
No one was good enough for her boys. Typically Welsh mammy.
They should write mammy on the police cars in Wales there would be no trouble!
So back to my story some English woman was never going to cut it for Nancy’s boy.
I tried everything. But she was vile she was cutting critical so I left her to it.
Always encouraged my hubby to call.
Then nine months ago his father became I’ll and suddenly she changed!
She refares to me as her daughter. I was slightly scared wondering how long it would last.
But here we are.
The universe listens
So Nancy is alot older so am I .
But we are family
I’m taking Mam and Dad to hospital.
Saying something so simple makes me so happy.
Now where are my car keys 😊
Canalside Aberdulais is the place I love to be.
No where near as posh as Brecon
Or Mumbles by the sea.
Our road has a million pot holes
Passing walkers have been know to flea.
When chased by a gaggle of canalside geese
Walking slowly past is the key.
Gargoyles on the cottage wall.
Rosemary by the door
Kitchen you couldn’t swing a cat.
But I couldn’t ask for more.
It’s my little piece of heaven
No where else I’d rather be
Neighbors who are salt of the earth
Who can fix anything with a cup of Welsh tea.
There’s no place I’d rather be
Wood burning stove and hubby I love
It’s the simple things that make a home you see ♥️
Blacker and darker than night the lone Raven lived in the shadows.
Built her home in the cracks and crevices of the rocks and cliffs
She liked it there it was safe.
She had hatched her young there
Sheltered them away from predators
Fiercely protecting them with a shrill sharp caw.
Guarding her nest with the courage of an eagle.
She taught her young well.
As she watched them leave the nest as they flew confidant and solo her dark Raven heart fluttered and swelled with pride.
She tilted her head as magically she watched as their dark raven feathers shimmer almost iridescently in the bright sunlight
She cawed and preened herself
And if Ravens could smile she would have.
As her off spring strutted transformed into beautiful peacocks in the lush Green Meadows of the mainland
She circled high above never far away keeping one eye on her beautiful creations.
Always flying back to what she knew
The dark protection of the craggy cliffs and rocks
Then one evening on her journey home as she soared on a warm breeze sea spray splashing below as she prepared to land.
There before her was a bright light.
She circled again.
Light flooded the cliffs and craggy rocks. She cawed a loud warning.
It didn’t move. Things looked so very different in the light.
She cawed again. No response.
There it stood tall grounded and strong and silent
She felt her heart beat faster.
She was tired now she needed to land.
The lighthouse seemed to beckon the warm glow of light seemed to promise safety. Dare she move away from the rocks..
She circled one last time before noisily but cautiously landing safely by the lighthouse door
Raven Wordsmith 🖤
Why is it I choose to write?
Paper and pen my life long love.
Writing is magic that has given me many lives
Helped me to make sense of this world.
Ink runs through my veins.
Words hold me gently like a solitary single leaf floating on rippled water.
So many memories spill onto paper..
Ebb and flow pushing me to shore
Words wrap me up in hope and stop me going insane.
Flashbacks of you like blurry cine film.
If I didn’t write.
Were you ever really here at all?
Were you just a fragment of my splintered broken imagination?
Would that be kinder than the truth?
Without you I would not be.
I stare into the mirror look for shadows of you
Needing to belong.
So I write it is as if you never chose to leave me.
Raven Wordsmith 🖤