Broom ready.


I’m about to head out in the pouring rain with a friend. But thought I’d drop in here for a moment…

It’s been a funny old week. A funny couple of weeks, if truth be told.

I feel as though I’ve been putting my foot in my mouth, (foot-in-mouth disease is a life-long affliction of mine) an awful lot lately. The words come out wrong, or I say too much. Or I’m just too intense. And then I’m left mortified, kicking myself. My interactions, everything I say, (and write for that matter), starts to be affected. It all sounds off-key. To my ears, anyway.

Maybe there’s just something in the ether at the moment that makes for some jarring moments. Maybe it’s based on some actual experiences I’ve been having lately.

Whatever. I always wished I was one of those souls who could remain centred, confident, and sure of themselves despite the slings and arrows. Not so sensitive to undercurrents, and shadows. To things unseen and unspoken. And always the feelings of others. Things I can’t possibly be responsible for.

Of course, I realise that plugging into all this only feeds this sense of vague, rising anxiety, and then it’s so easy to slip off-centre. At times like this, I tend to resort to my trusty cure for the an attack of the Wibbles, which is often to be found in simple ryhthms. I ground those flying monkeys, so to speak.

A bath, a bowl of soup, a jolly good sleep, yoga, meditation. Despite loving meditation, I admit I’m a woefully inconsistent meditator.

In fact, me meditating usually consists of the following…”oh! my parrot friends are here – I must see that they’ve enough seed…and the iris are about to bloom any day now. Those bastard snails are at my pansies again, *swear word*. Deadline! *swear word*. Oooh…avocado!”.

I don’t resist any of this mental dribble. I just let all roll across my mind like clouds in the sky. It still works.


But ownards…

Many of you are now gearing up for Autumn, (and its manifold cosy delights). As for my own part of the world, I now declare it about jolly time for some warmth and juiciness! Because enough is enough, dark and wily Winter! Thankyouverymuch.

It’s nearly October, but it still feels decidedly August-y, (as in, Winter)…even this chilly little heathen is ready for some sweet warmth, (and a lot less layers). I’m getting all itchy for a romp through a sunlit forest, to wear pretty Spring frocks, (how I miss Spring frocks). I want great bunches of sweet peas, and lilacs too, dripping their perfume all over the floor. And I’d loll about on my lawn amongst sweet clover, stretching my claws under a soft, warm moon.

My remedies are quite simple…

And then there’s that large pot of tea, and a catch up with a close friend.

A silly owl, and a Miggins photo bomb.

The PM:

Home again, having caught up with one of my favourite people in the world, we wandered a bit, and then sought tea in a cafe, settling ourselves before an open fire. We remained ensconced there until some adorable little children came in and sat at the table next to us.

I’m not even being sarcastic. They were so sweet, and quite delicious (I mean that in a very I’m-not-the-kind-of-witch-who-eats-children, way). The sight of them sitting with their grandparents warmed my heart no end. Until my friend and I noticed a great waft of something unmentionable (I think it was lollies, mixed with poo – as irreconcilable a combination as it was eyebrow curling). So we two aborted the second round of tea, and plunged (as subtly as one can plunge) outside into the chill mountain air.

Anyway, the catch-up was a breath of fresh air, literally and figuratively. Even despite the Very Rude Man in the soap shop. And for some good and proper cobweb clearing, I managed to procure some dragon’s blood incense, and a sachet of ylang ylang mineral bath soak thingy. Since our water tank is close to overflowing from all of the mad La Nĩna rain we’ve been having, I treated myself to a bath this evening, soaking myself by the light of my favourite candle, (“midnight orchid”, by Ecoya).

I feel restored. Somewhat like an Old Master.

And this evening I completed a music compilation – a “soundtrack” (is that too cheesy?) for the book I’m writing, (do you write to music?). It’s been so much fun tweaking this one. And it’s filled with music that isn’t usually on my playlists. I may post it sometime.

Tomorrow is a (sport-related*) public holiday here, so I’m going to be gadding about with my loves, (including the dorje dog, who loves riding in the car with her silliest grin plastered all over her puppy face).

Just quickly though, a couple of things before I go…

Books I’m reading at the moment: The Essex Serpent, by Sarah Perry, Margaret Atwood’s On Writers and Writing, and The Mistress of the Art of Death, by Ariana Franklin. And please feel free to recommend or suggest any books that have captured your fancy of late. I’m always keen for ideas.

Speaking of books – I so very much want to read the forthcoming Scatterlings, by Martin Shaw, (many thanks to Jo for bringing that one to my attention). In fact, check out this post by Jo, which is filled with treasures. Including not only the Martin Shaw, but also Cerries Mooney’s Primary Archetype test. **

Best wishes, and have yourselves a lovely weekend. xxx




*Because, we are Australian, you know.

**My result surprised me, and it was actually spot-on. I signed up, and took the secondary archetype test, (I’m an Alchemist-Creator, btw). Mooney’s work is worth checking out. She’s got some valuable insights.


9 thoughts on “AM/PM.

  1. Hmm, I’m not sure such a person exists, you know: always in control and always calm, never buffeted about? It sounds like someone not properly connected to life with all its storms and calm times, and the learning they present in equal measure. I like to think of you on your mountain heading for Spring and Summer just as resolutely as we are heading through Autumn towards Winter. I’m definitely ready for the Cold Time now x


    1. What you say is true, CT. I would still like to have a little more…aplomb ; )

      And knowing how I feel at the end of Summer, I can well imagine you’d be craving some cold now! I always have big yearnings for Autumn…and I do love the Winter here as well. It’s just at this time of the year things feel a bit cold and damp, rather than cold and crisp. My mountain home needs a bit of drying out. Happy Autumn to you! : ) xx


  2. we’ve run out of internet and right when i’ve things to say. typical. Cerries Mooney is fab, isn’t she? i did the first bit – creator. surprise!!! why am i typing? the c. 1992 internet speed will only let us all down. LOVE!


  3. I have always had foot in mouth disease and never been able to correct it. I’m not very quick on my responses, or rather words just tumble out before my brain can process and catch up. When you spoke of October feeling like August I chuckled just a little as it is the same here (NC, USA) but for me August = HOT. 🙂
    Have a lovely day!


    1. Oh Laura – how I relate to words tumbling out of you before they can be processed!

      And I do believe that August, (and also Feb) can be fairly challenging months for us in both Northern and Southern climes.
      Have a lovely day yourself : ) xx


  4. late to the party, as i just got back from “vacation” (anything but) in horrible florida…on plus side, october is my favorite month here in maryland, and it feels even lovelier after boiling half to death down south in satan’s antechamber…

    i took that test you mentioned—i got nurturer. i want to take the second round and see if the refinements are helpful too.

    i think we all do have those times where we can’t seem to “talk pretty”…ah well, human nature. empathic/empathetic types especially seem to have trouble when we build up an un-noticed residue of feeling -sludge from too many random interactions, or too many stressful situations. i use the same array of remedies—baths, tea, good food, sleep, yoga, meditation, lunch with understanding friends.

    the “very rude man in the soap shop” sounds a bit awful. but dragon’s blood incense is a wonderful thing. do post your writing time playlist!

    pondering this at the moment, as it is very much my sort of question…(how i do love “ask baba yaga”):…%29

    your evocation of spring/autumn pretties—the light frocks, the sweet peas—made a very clear image in my head. ( i wonder…do menfolk in general think of the seasons’ turnings in images of their attire?) it sounds so lovely. i am very happily anticipating cosy woolen jumpers, deep rich velvets, boots!, openwork stockings, and a first wearing of a new-to-me vintage red leather jacket i found recently.

    well…both i and a week’s worth of two peoples’ clothing need a wash. and there is a mysterious and vile smell emanating from the fridge whenever it’s opened, despite my having cleared it out before vacation. also vacuuming, unpacking to finish, some attempt at dinner that can finish in the oven whilst i teach an evening yoga class, and hopefully a nap, as i’ve managed to come home with a cold that not even a decent night’s sleep (due to post-air travel exhaustion and a solid dose of valerian) plus large pot of strongest tea seem to have shifted.

    october blessings!


    1. Hello there : )

      Goodness me – Florida! I heard they’ve been evacuating due to an impending hurricane. I hope it wasn’t too horrid! I do find the whole reintegrating back from holidays (avec stinky fridges – why is it ever so???) quite tricky. I do believe a holiday at home is required afterwards…

      The Cerries Mooney archetypes have been really interesting. Especially since I did the secondary test thingy. She’s a clever lady. The Nurturer is beautiful. I imagine it as an especially powerful opener to other archetypal energies.

      “have trouble when we build up an un-noticed residue of feeling -sludge from too many random interactions, or too many stressful situations…”. This exactly. And the Black Moon/New Moon was veeeery personal for me.

      I do get a little weary of the multiple layers of clothing required during the cold season, but I never tire of wool, velvet, and boots! That red leather jacket sounds likes heaven btw!

      Wishing you lots of healing things, m’lovely. Including a blissful and rejuvenating sleep, when day is done. xxx

      And ps – the last line of baba yaga’s response was so spot-on…I adore her. We must both repair to her cottage at once for tea ; ) xxx


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