The feminine

“…. I want to say one other thing about the feminine because the feminine always comes in threes: mythologically there are the three graces, the three Norns, the three wyrd sisters. We have talked about Mother and Virgin. The third is the Crone, she is the woman who has gone through her crossroads. The crossroads represents a place where consciousness is crossed by the unconscious in other words, a place where you have to surrender your ego will to a higher will. The Crone has gone though one crossroads after another. She has reached a place of surrender where her ego demands are no longer relevant…

… She would perceive it, see through to the heart of it, and cut where necessary, but cut with love.  I always envision her wielding a golden sword with a silver handle. All the perceptivity of gold, but handled with the love of silver. The masculine and feminine together. She has the kind of wisdom that takes life with a grain of salt, smiles at the divine comedy.” Marion Woodman 

The Great Offender...

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist

She don't look back

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist

She don't look back

She can take the dark out of the nighttime

And paint the daytime black

You will start out standing

Proud to steal her anything she sees

You will start out standing

Proud to steal her anything she sees

But you'll wind up peeking through her keyhole

Down upon your knees

She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall

She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall

She's nobody's child, the Law can't touch her at all

She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks

She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks

She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday

Salute her when her birthday comes

Bow down to her on Sunday

Salute her when her birthday comes

For Halloween give her a trumpet

And for Christmas, buy her a drum // Bob Dylan

Portrait of the iconic Caroline Coon, the great offender, English artist, journalist and political activist

Reality is a story..

"Reality is a story. Is is no ordinary story. It is a love story. It is no ordinary love story, it is an outrageous love story. And your story is a chapter in the outrageous love story of reality" Dr Marc Gafni.

I would love to hear from you if you are curious to have a line from your chapter in the love story of reality captured on camera ♡

Portrait of Julia Peyton Jones, art curator.

Tulips

“The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle : they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.” Sylvia Plath

We are story...

“All that we are is story. From the moment we are born to the time we continue on our spirit journey, we are involved in the creation of the story of our time here. It is what we arrive with. It is all we leave behind. We are not the things we accumulate. We are not the things we deem important. We are story. All of us. What comes to matter then is the creation of the best possible story we can while we’re here; you, me, us, together. When we can do that and we take the time to share those stories with each other, we get bigger inside, we see each other, we recognize our kinship – we change the world, one story at a time…” ― Richard Wagamese

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