There is something out there above me, behind me, around me, so much greater than me, my mind cannot fully comprehend the magnitude.
It is warmth; an intelligence, a light that envelops part of my own, yet I am still whole yet we are undivided.

I feel the earth, she is cool. I feel myself entering her. My light descends.
I resist at first, the fear of losing myself. I am reassured that it is right, all is okay.
My mind a swirl, no tangible thought to hold on to.

Feeling.  Peaceful.

Not understanding and yet with knowledge I refuse to analyse.
Tingling sensations as the light returns within mortal vessels
Before seeing I feel pressure on my right shoulder a touch from above me.
Secure and confident. Assure.

I slowly return, guided to the sacred grove.
Forever changed and eternally me.
Purposeful.
Awen.

Yesterday afternoon I finally visited William Rickett’s Sanctuary. The place, the work, the environment is astounding.  Needless to say it will not be my last visit, next time I would like to experience it in the morning with the sun is still coming from an easterly direction.

‘Guided’ was a result of my musings, scratchings whilst sitting and meditating in front of the figures photographed below whilst at the sanctuary.

l would love to see

we have bards

do we not

hey bards

lets see

lets see your work

Lady Cu’ is tired

tired of reading her own stuff

Lady Cu’

Would love to read

to read something new and fresh

the sword is drawn

the thrust parried

draw the sword in reply

come on all

Lady Cu’ – 2013

Stars shining brightly above

Labourers come in hot and dusty

Smelling strongly of the earth

The odour of wheat and oats eminating

Hatstacks are built

Tall and stable

Wind and rain unable to penetrate

Bales strong, sure and dry

Mice making ready to move in

Owls aussured of a good meal

Wafting out the back door

Peaches and apricots freshly preserved

Fresh pineapple juice in the bottles

Tomatoe sauce bubbling away

Strawberries and cherries ready to eat

Tomorrow it’s pickles day

Ice cold coffee flavored milk

Fresh from the cow

Cream forming on top

Waiting for the menfolk to arrive

So all can partake

A time of plenty

Time to share the fruits of labour

To share simply been together

Lady Cu’ – 2013

hot, then cold

Rainy, humid

what to make of you

a trickster l feel

Feeling neglected l fear

too much talk of mayan times

what would the celtic ancestors have to say?

think of the coming harvest

put away doom and gloom

heap praise on mother earth

walk her barefoot

feel her changing season through your feet

close your eyes simply listen

absorb her message and song

sing within

and she will sing along with you

do not fear

for she will not crush you

care for yourself

and mother earth will care for you

Lady Cu’ – 2012

we have baby butcherbirds

baby magpies

baby mudlarks

Baby white cockatoo’s

baby wattlesbirds

babies everywhere

cattapillars everywhere

wrens asserting their authority over all who enter

king parrots sitting on the armchair demanding attention

and imitating wattlebirds just to confuse us 2 legs

Lady Cu’

Most interesting to my mind is that the findings seem to support the recent archaeological acknowledgement that the focus of Stonehenge was to the mid-winter sunset rather than the mid-summer sunrise.

You can read more on the following links. The first link is to the blog entry by the archaeologist Mike Pitts,

http://mikepitts.wordpress.com/2012/10/09/lasers-at-stonehenge/

and the second is the English Heritage page from which you can download the report (for the technically minded)

http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/about/news/stonehenge-solstitial-function/

Although not born to our land

The horned one as fawn, adolescent and stag is showing his form

The young innocent

He testing newly found power

Fully matured and muscled

Powerful antlers on show

The Lyrebird

Displaying his fine and delicate plumage

Strutting through the bush

Showing the females how magnificant he is

He will produce strapping sons and daughters

Blue Wren splendid in his size

Who dares challenge one so magnificant?

He gathers together his family

Together they can’t be beaten

They claim their nesting site

Gaurding it with vigour

Currawong

Much maligned

Needing shelter from the wild mountains

Protecting home and hearth from foreign invaders

Large and powerful

Inquisitive about his home

He has his place

Kookaburra, everpresent

Awake the morn with your call

Your babes learning painful to our human ears

Sitting, waiting, watching with an eagle eye

Down to the earth

Tussle with a huge worm, out of the ground

a sideways swipe, the next meal had

Wattlebird, with rabbling calls

Swooping through the bushes

Building your nest high and safe

Quite in the warm of the day

But how you love the evening, when insects are out

Babies feed and watered all is well

Magpie, ever present

Beautiful warble, going up and down the scales

Family groups together

Black and White striking at hearts

Pesky young who don’t want to fend for selves

a sense of home in your presence

Butcherbird

Your song makes the heart soar

Small but powerful

A beak built for meat

Your presence brings a smile to my heart

I know l am home

Lady Cu’ 2012

It is the pre-dawn time

A hint of light

The birds are just starting to sing

We watch as the first rays of the new spring sun peek over the hills

The Mountain Ash, Manna Gum and Messmate leaves glow in it’s light

The new sun is glimpsed for the first time

We feel our hearts lighten

We watch as this new sun slowly awakens

Slowly gets bigger

Bird song gets louder

Our hearts quicken

Now is the time to throw out that which is not needed or wanted

The time for new plantings

New nurturing

Time to throw of the shackles winter can bring

Now is the time to hold each other tightly

Re-affirm friendships

Cheer on new ventures and journey’s

Lets come together at this time

Be each others Dream Circle

Lady Cu’ – 2012

picture by lady cu’