Dappled Winter Light

Winter at my little piece of Earth is mild in comparison to others.

It doesn't snow, the sun still shines down.

But that's not to say it doesn't get chilly cold. The wind howls. Everything is wet regardless of rain. And the days are short.

Perfect weather for having a crackling fire going. Pumpkin soup simmering away. 

Countless games of Cluedo and Kalaha with my boys.

Curling up under a crocheted blanket with a warm chai latte, reading a book (currently making my way through 'A Promised Land' by Barack Obama).

And working on new drawings.

My house is teeny, I dont have a 'studio' or designated work space, so I sprawl over my bed.

Copics, watercolour pencils, graphite pencils, brushes, tape, all my bits and bobs strewn all over and showered in eraser rubbings. 

The sunlight dapples as it shines in through the peppermint tree, hibiscus, Cape Bell tree, and other gardeny loves outside my window.

I drew this girl years ago and finally have made her into a full piece.

Warm tones.

Sparkly clouds of course.

'Carlotta' is now part of my wild rose family.

I am appreciating all the little things so much lately.

The dappled light.

The sound of the breeze through my garden.

The clouds directly over my house.

If I look through a small section of my front garden amongst tuart leaves and a grevillea, I can see the sun cast out strong bright rays as it makes its descent beyond the horizon.

From my backyard and giant kitchen window I can watch the clouds details reflect the colours of sunset.

I am a nature lover, not just flora and fauna, but the wonder of the sky as well.

These are small blessings I am grateful for.

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The Tale of the Gypsy~Witch Girl

This is a tale of a girl.

A girl with dreams and imagination and hope and a fire inside.

She also has a gypsy~witch soul.

She is a free spirit connected to nature and content away from society.

Recently, something in her has changed.

Her fire still burns but now she can feel the flame.

There is a pain in her heart.

She is hurting so much.

She feels the need to run, but where?

How?

She screams at the moon with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Help me!" she cries.

The pain is overwhelming.

Crushing.

She hopes her voice will carry to the clouds and beyond.

She needs the Universe's help.

And quietly, the Universe does indeed help.

A breeze picks up.

The girl breathes in the cool air.

It dries her tear soaked face and hair.

The clouds part from the moon.

The lunar glow washes over her body.

She calms for the moment.

Focussing on the beauty and wonder of the moon and stars.

She still feels the pain, but it has eased.

Acceptance flows through her broken heart.

Exhaustion steals her strength.

She feels numb now.

Surrendering to it all, she climbs the wooden steps to her wagon. 

Her Familiar waiting for the Girl's arrival.

Together they curl up safe, warm and content with each others company.

The pillows curl around in a nest.

The heavy blanket fluffs over her.

The wind outside blows through the trees.

The moonbeams stream in the window.

The Universe is protecting her.

Always.

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