dance … if the spirit moves you

This month i chose the brolga card as my dreaming. A card of dance. Of opening yourself to the rhythm of the earth. Of reconnecting. Of being. Of celebration.

In that spirit…. I’ve been loving revisiting Moulin Rouge, and Paris in the late 1800’s. And have a head full of colour and movement with some painting and fancy stuff waiting in the wings ….

And so now the question is… what shall i put on the stereo ?

(do ya wanna dance ?)

Angel

This is the piece I made for Sam for Art of the Month.

A little , ok alot, Mirka Mora inspired.

Which got me musing about people that inspire me and why.

Mirka ofcourse is one… maybe its because of her age (i like to have a role model for women who live life so fully) her attitude, her family AND her Art that I’m drawn to her.

I’ve also been loving Freida Kahlo’s journals….

and been reading Niki’s World to my daughter using her visual journal techniques as inspiration too.

Thats just a few.

Operation Inspiration (permaculture is GO)

Now there’s a solution to that pesky peak oil dilema. Veggies IN your bambino. Va Bene !And another ! Design bliss !

More journal pages

Is anyone else still doing Misty’s journal pages…. ?

Are they still going ?

I’m so out of the loop and living in my own little world lately.

Not a bad thing  I suppose.and

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Kids, like dogs so know how to live in the moment.....

happy snaps

Piha. One of my favourite places in the entire universe. Grand statement but true.

This is the beach where THE PIANO was shot.

And looking at these images makes me want to return;…. its a wonderful

thing is it not, to feel a strong connection to a place. I’m feeling that bittersweet

longing now. Not for a lost love, but for an actual location…. maybe it is a lost love.

Hopefully not too lost.

Shall post more pix anon…

away….

off to NZ for a couple of weeks

(although to be honest I’m so bad at leaving i’m not sure i should ever step out the front door again)

but still

adventure calls

chat when we get back

xmandy

a whale of a time

I’m pleased to present…..

the beautiful

the bountiful

the big

Miss Cherry Blossom

Benjamin made her.

She isnt visiting us any more – gone on to make more friends here

meeting

You know those times when life picks you up like a leaf in a swollen river and carries you downstream so fast and crazy that it barely seems you have time to take a breath let alone stop and write about it.

Thats my now.

In brief….

I cried and cried for those in the fires.

I stressed over writing and presenting a veggie workshop.

I gathered with many many people to heal and give and celebrate life and music.

and this made my heart sing

I watched lovers tread so light on the earth that i swear their feet didnt touch the ground.

his music touched me

I met more that i think may change my life….

i danced like i’d never danced before

i did the veggie workshop !

i sat with the whale on my doorstep

I cried some more

i reconnected

next week i might do it all agin…..

trouble

She stood by her front door, and as dead birds rained down around, called to her husband

“i think we are in trouble”

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

And now, as the devastation continues to unfold those left behind begin to try and understand, to make sense, to help, to heal slowly slowly.

Today everyone walks in a dream… gradually waking and wandering and wondering.

all i can do now is pray.

(i am here)