After an hour of painting.

The spring and the water photos will be explained later. For now I have to post things and hang up washing before stroking the lion again.

 

Back to work

MBF mug, almost finished, painted with water that has danced in a healing bowl.
Great new ritualistic way to begin my working day. Put the bowl, with water in a pool of sunshine and watch the sound make the water dance. Beautiful.

Just waiting now for confirmation on roughs as to which the MBF want for their second design.

Ancient stones on St Davids Head, Pembrokeshire

Early moring walking to work. Songbirds and sunshine and no one around appart from a sea gypsy, wandering from cove to cove in a kayak. I took my camera and the singing bowl and dogs and daughter. The air was summer scented again, warm for the time of year and the time of day.

Back home, painting, then potting up tomatoes and leek seedlings while cooking supper. And while I put small seedlings into pots I hear, for the first time this year, a cuckoo.

Two bowls.

Sound travels differently those air thick with mist. Walked this morning, with Sarah, to the top of the hill, each with a healing bowl where we played them together. Sarah's bowl is larger than mine and makes a wonderful deep sound. Together they filled the air with a siren song.

 

Above is first rough for this year's MBF card which I hope with be in reds and snow.

The mist is burning off now as sunshine comes through. Yesterday the dentist pulled my tooth out and I still feel rather fragile from the whole experience. It has been a hard few weeks since fininshing The Cat and The Fiddle.

Respect.

Today has been a day of shadows and sun, birdsong, windsong, clatter and clang, car horn lorry reverse, raven call, wave turn and tumble. On the beach friends and dogs and rocks in the sand like sleeping dragons. Gannets, white birds following a river of silver fish, three swans slow flying out over blue water.

The bowl does seem alive. She likes the light better than the dark of the cave, the space better than the hard of the rock, the breeze and the sunshine. In these she comes quicker to sound. Or maybe it is me that likes the more.

I dip the bowl in the water of a circle rock pool, worn away by time and tide and play and the sound rises and swirls with a different texture.

I think about the people far away. When Gaia shrugs she shows us all how fragile, how futile we are. We need to learn respect for the earth and throw away the respect we have for all things moneyed. The 'City' still plays its games as the stock market falls in Tokyo and I feel a sick sadness inside. The game player will once more profit from the misery of others, but maybe the world will learn and listen.

Only a few hundred years ago the tower of St Davids Cathedral was split by an earth quake. An age ago for fragile humans, less than the blink of an eye for the earth.

Nowhere is safe for nuclear power stations to be built. The earth is a living, moving creature. 

Respect.

Today

I have walked on the beach with a healing bowl and learned about water and changes in tune.

I have set up a youtube channel, had a good idea or two and learned a little about youtube which has made my brain ache.

I have made hummus with sunblushed tomatoes for supper and watched as my garden is transformed into a useful growing space by a good friend.

I have painted a creature of the high wild mountains for I am Cat.

Summoning inspiration

The older I get the more I realise that either
a) I walk a fine line between creativity and madness or
b) I have the courage to do things I wouldn't have done when younger.

So, I took my healing bowl up to the top of the hill and played. The sound of the bowl out in the wild is something that would lift the heart and soul of any who hear it. To see pictures travel across to the cat blog.
I have to paint. 

So, I painted all day Sunday and then I sat back and looked and what I had painted was ugly and clumsy so now I have to do it all again. Only this time, better.

 

 

 

 

So far today I have found a moth, and a wonderful bog where soon there will be a river of irises, helped to organise schedule for October when I will be at the Norfolk Childrens Book Centre and Madelaine Lindleys in Manchester and Southend on Sea and the Starlit Festival in Hackney. Beautiful moth, soft winged and sleepily blinded by daylight.