Last night at Rapunzel’s, there was an almighty storm. A crazy, fairytale kind of storm that had to have been whipped up by a mad wizard having a tantrum.
Wild winds and thunder shook the cottage, and a ridiculous amount of rain was dumped in our water tank. There was also sleet (!) And I sat in the dark with a candle lit, and an ever-so-slightly perturbed dog at my feet,* feeling the thrill of Mad Nature, in the heart of the maelstrom.
And I woke up this morning feeling excited, and enlivened. I’ve been so immersed in projects that apart from the Instagrin, I’ve not really had the space to blog. Also the Moon-girl has had Winter music concerts, which has been involving. But also wonderful, as she flits between violin solos and saxophone. Entirely in her element with 3-hour long rehearsals.
Today everything feels lighter, and I’ve thrown the doors wide open, even though the air is icy. Because I can smell Spring, and there’s a sharp anticipation in the breeze. I’m playing this piece of music at volume,** and everything is sparkling with rain-washed light.
I’ve been getting all sorts of ideas. Feeling as though it’s time for expansion and growth. Even the scary kind. Especially the scary kind.
But I feel that it’s also time for sweetness, and good company. I’ve been watching covens dance, and feeling an ache for feminine gatherings. Even though I’m a solitary type, I do love being with people. And these past few years I’ve been building relationships that are kind and free-spirited.
There’s a lot to be said for the much-quoted idea, (can’t remember who?) that it’s not what you say and do that’s remembered, as much as how others feel when they’re around you. I try to be mindful of this when I’m with others.
I’ve often found that because I tend towards quietness, and in company don’t reveal nor declare a great deal, that I can be a mirror for others. A projection for their beliefs or assumptions. I expect more from others, now. I expect respect, dignity, and intelligence.
This also means I have zero tolerance for gossip. Gossip, (unless it’s confined to whose chickens are laying at this time of the year, the storm damage to the neighbour’s fence, or when the new cafe up the road is set to open), is a particularly low form of intelligence.
I find tabloid magazines particularly horrifying in this regard; and not at all a harmless diversion. All the Who’s, Ok’s, and Weekly’s could be renamed, “The User’s Guides for How to Be Judgemental and Delight in the Misfortunes of Others, Real or Imagined”. Toxic mind sludge. Let’s replace it all with beauty and generosity, (Womankind Magazine, anyone?). Connection. A big, fat bunch of flowers, (my solution to possibly more problems than flowers can reasonably solve).
As to how I personally wish to feel around others, I expect my heart, mind, and intentions to be seen clearly. And for that to happen, the intentions of others need to be pure. I now choose to be around freedom-loving souls who respect who I am, and who, how, and what I love. Even if it runs entirely counter to who, how, and what they love. And I them. Vive la Difference! If one is trustworthy, I don’t believe one has anything to fear on that level.
I’m no font of bloody wisdom, but I do believe we should never dictate, manipulate, punish, nor try to control others for who or what they choose to love, (because, well, that’s a form of bullying). Even if we can’t understand that love. Respect for another’s feelings, wishes, freedom, and boundaries is crucial, hey? We don’t own others. Requiring conformity to our own narrative or version of things – that’s not love. It’s just fear and ego.
But onto to lighter, topics. And one that I find mildly amusing, (to me, anyway. After the destructive force of the storm last night, I headed out first thing this morning to check if there’d been any damage to the garden. I glanced at my abandoned seed trays, where I had an epic fail with raising bergamot and english primrose seeds. And would you believe it?
Yup. There they were – teeny-tiny sprouted seeds, cheekily peering at me. Proving that my coddling behaviour towards them was not only unappreciated, but completely unnecessary. They’ve been sleeted on, (it’s a word), drenched, and abandoned like fairy-children on a hillside. But thusly, they thrive. However, there are The Birds with which to contend. So we shall see…
I feel I could write an ode to these hills. These hills so filled with enchantment, and gentle earth magick. There are actually an awful lot of witches here. More than I ever realised. Here in Australia, it’s census time,*** and I wouldn’t mind betting that if any location in Australia is declared “most witchy”, it would most likely be here. But it’s a subtle, intelligent ethos and aesthetic, largely hidden, and often surprising. Which is what I love.
There are so many secret gatherings that happen here by moonlight under fern, and oak, and mountain ash. Lyrebirds peek out from the undergrowth, and in sunlit forest groves there are wild, winged creatures. When I move through the villages, the smiles are warm, often slow and delighted, as recognition of one another dawns. Often encountering those we may never meet beyond a glance, and exchange of hellos. Yet a web of strength and connection is woven. Again, it’s subtle.
It’s a shy, gentle, nature-loving community. So quickly I feel fierce love and protectiveness towards this mountain home. It constantly reminds me of what we must nurture if we’re to survive. That all of us are custodians of this rare and precious earth-home.
I shall probably pop back in here tomorrow for a Friday linkies post. Haven’t done one of those for a while.
Wishing you a beautiful day, wherever you may be. xx
*The dorje dog is actually fine in thunderstorms. She just likes to sit close to us and keep an eye on things. Sweet girl.
** From my fave Cocteau Twins album, Heaven or Las Vegas. Effing exquisite. I’ve always been a British music tragic, and hopeless anglophile. And I adore Elizabeth Frazer’s vocals.
*** Don’t get me started. This time, more than any other, I’m wary about our privacy as citizens. Wary that our data will be used in potentially invasive, oppressive, and discriminatory ways. These things tend to happen by degrees, whilst we cooperatively sleepwalk, and follow the rules; dismissing questions and concerns as cynicism, conspiracy theory, and paranoia. And future generations will ask us wtf we were thinking as we allow our autonomous, self-defined identity and agency to be gradually eroded. The ABS are declaring that giving your name and address is compulsory. Legally, this is absolutely not the case. Rant over.