These last 2 weeks have been the perfect alchemical concoction to induce growth, motivation and fresh energy into nearly all aspects of my life, weaving in particular. I’ve spent many hours in the Bright Moon Studio, alongside hours discussing exciting prospects and future projects at Embercombe and elsewhere, and hours in states of utter bliss as I marvelled at the power of the collective, the humble beauty that we’re all a part of and the ecstasy that is love.
There is officially too much transformation occurring during this mercury retrograde to note… the pace of things has landed in a steady water fall state- but instead of falling I feel myself rising
and rising with the full moon tide.
As it’s Holy Gaia Friday, here is my focus and the element I am honouring: Wood. The countless times I entered and exited the Lake at Embercombe via the wooden jetty highlighted the place of wood in our lives as an element that not only supports us physically but also spiritually and creatively. After spinning a small amount of wool from the sheep of Embercombe Phill and I started to play with its place within the landscape having now been transformed into a thread. I wove on my wooden loom using a wooden shuttle, sitting on a wooden jetty, surrounded by trees and forest. Wood was everywhere, holding us in our creative space.
Later, having been inspired by a talk on the topic of ‘consent’ with Pat Macabe, we set out to transfer our experience into a mandala- once again using an expression of wood (paper) to hold the lines of our souls…
It wasn’t until I was 20 that I realised wood was what carried me. With it’s hard softness oozing amber gold warp and weft. Wood with its elegant gentle nature.
Silent watcher peering over us observing our every move through its womb shaped eyelets. Its roots deeper than the earths core.
Wood is what carries me after water.
Submerged I reach for wood, and although the lady of the lake whispers to me, calls me to come closer, wood lifts me up, cups me in it’s strong forgiving hands, my naked wet body dripping with light whilst embraced within its broad arms, its ringed history ready to absorb what I shed. Wood catches me, collects me, hands me my cloth to engulf my raw and tender skin.
And so today, for this Gaia honouring hour, I send my deepest and most humble blessings to the woods of this land, both standing and fallen. Both ahead and behind. For wood teaches us the greatest gifts of all- to stand firm, with strength, to support those around us, and to always enjoy the view.
It feels more than ever that a lifetime of creativity, exploration and learning awaits- and I remain deeply driven to aiding the freeing up of energy and creativity within us all. Through craft and movement we can feed our wild selves. And through feeding our wild selves we can aid in a universal awakening.
Blessings to all life,