Ecopsychology Junior!

(Image : photo Tati Mika, 2010)

This is Alex, now 14 months old. He walks, well, he stumbles about, and enthusiastically bangs his head on most corners, which has his Nani (me) very worried, and running after him to prevent major disasters. Apart from that, he is an angel, very easy. A little sunshine guy with Paul Newman eyes, lol!…

And yes, this is the third generation of the Earth Sanctuary.

Dear Reader and Friends

…I´m up to my ears in “green days”, everything in the gardens is shooting up, up, out and away, the birds that are nesting make a wonderful racket just outside my window, and I´m truly exhausted with so much sheer activity! At night I just want to sink into the cushions of my sofa, and watch some really stupid television programme, which rests my mind no end, and then go to bed and sleep like a log until the birds start their racket again the next morning!…

So, not much time or psychological space for blogging, just now.

´Scuse me, I´ll be back when things go back to normal.

PS.- Mika has started a new blog about her latest passion : ecopsychological macrophotography. (Whoah! A mouthful!) It´s…wow!

A Druid´s Eye

Wishing you a happy 2010!

(Image : New Art Journal, SG 2010)

Well, we got there, it´s 2010!…

A year of challenges for all, no doubt about that.

One of my New Year resolutions is to dedicate more time and energy to my artwork. So I created a new blog under the name of “Art as Metanoia: The Magickal Art Room”, which is where you will find me more often from now on.

In this blog I´ve said pretty much what I needed and wanted to say in 2009, so I´ll just let it float.

Our Project goes into the “Transition Movement” now, that is we are preparing as much as we possibly can for self-sufficiency and self-reliance in a culture that will at some time close become “post peak-oil”. For us that means a return to our concrete roots : live with the land, and as much as possible, off the land. It means preparing gardens, restore old ones, and re-skill : learn to make bread and preserves and all that our grand-mothers knew and that we forgot! First step, to buy a wood cooking stove! (And learn to use it.)

And be less in the Internet (good idea, ¿no?)

So I´m wishing you a very cool 2010, Dear Readers, I´ll be back some time around Imbolc to tell you all that we have realized re/Transition. Meanwhile, I´ll be uploading pics of my artwork at the other blog.

Blessings,

The Wizard.

How to become a druid in the real world

(Image : The Earth Sanctuary, SG, 2009)

Another search today…”How to become a druid in the real world”…

I´m tickled pink that my blog should appear when people ask this stuff…

This must be my day, and something Wyrd, very Wyrd…

PS.- What with the heavy rain, the little river is suddenly going crazy! It´s lovely to watch…

Chronicle of a dreary day and… Rats!

It is one of those whoa days, no, not whoa-(n)-derful, but bleh.
It is raining. The house is wrapped in swirls of mist so that I can´t see the patio; Mika and Adam are working in the village; the little Miss Sunshine (Aurelie, 24, and pregnant up to her eyes) has gone to town, the other people who rent the place from me are out working too, and I´m left alone with three doggies, two mewling cats who want breakfast, bunnies, chicken, the rain, a deserted castle and… RATS!
Just went down to the basement to get wood for the fireplace (my only means of getting warm in the living room! Ha! “Living room”! Imagine the castle´s hall, complete with Lord of the Rings flags!) and suddenly there is this dreadful scuttling noise and this furry thing comes out of the pile of wood. Big. Err…Cute.
You should have seen us!
Fact is the rat was as terrified as I was. Maybe more.
Of course the rat wasn´t Ratatouille and I´m not Cinderella, so we sort of looked at each other in a very dignified manner(lol), and then we went our separate way, me with my skin crawling. Now I see rats everywhere! Am checking the rats “entry points” around the house (a feat, the house is soo big!)Must be a genetic imprint come to life!… Whoa.
Then Kayla, the boxer bitch, vomited right on my feet in the hall, shit, I can´t get the mop, where IS the damn mop when you need it ?… (approx. once every three months, such is my neglect of the kitchen floor!). The mop is like my “bad” pair of eyeglasses : I think it loves doing the disappearing trick. It just loves annoying me. Whoa. I´m becoming paranoid. Must be the cold, and the loneliness and…
I have to cross the patio to get to the washing machines, which means that when I come back I´ll be as wet as the clothes that I am carrying! Nice. Hooray for progress!

OK. No more complaining. I´m “living my dream” and “walking my talk”. After all. Tee hee.

Tea, warm tea is of the essence now. Right now.

After which, I have decided to exercise my WILL and clean the room that keeps our piles of unwanted stuff from clogging the house. Must make a note to tell Mika and Adam to get the stuff OUT to the village’s recycling plant. The family´s idea of recycling is to get the unwanted stuff INTO the room – all of it! – then leave it there to simmer for a while, then get in now and then to check the cooking, hahaha, and get it all OUT again, to use in different parts of the house. Thus, re-cycling is NOT the same as “Get that stuff OUT!”, see?
Goddess, it´s only 10:58.
I must keep occupied.
Thank the Net for blogging !
This is not the day to talk about living your dream, or living in the country either.

Where is Wally?

Wally measures exactly half an inch. You really have to look for him, he just disappears in the landscape!

So we have this game, my daughter puts Wally somewhere into the Faerie Houses, and I have to search for him, which isn´t easy, haha.

Wally, smile, this is your quarter of an hour of fame!

Into the Closet

This morning, I said I volunteered to clean out the closet adjoining the bathing-quarters (I say “bathing-quarters”, not “bathroom”, because it truly looks like a Roman spa complete with sunken bathtub and grey marble, which we inherited from the previous owner, who obviously had a luxurious taste).
Lightstar said “Mum, if you don´t come back for lunch, we´ll send in a team of rescuers!”
Lol.
Made a list of the thingies I found, and I hope my family will read it, and clarify some of the mysteries.Three large boxes of un-assorted socks, (house-elf collection??)
One small vacuum-cleaner (not working, I checked),
A guitar (????),
Plates, (Duh. In the bathroom?),
Empty cardboard boxes, NOT folded!…,
Two brooms, obviously belonging to a VERY old witch,
One iron box of (assorted) pharmacy remains,
One (giant) stuffed bear with his entrails half out,
One giant stuffed lion looking damn pleased with himself,
Angel wings (…!????),
One cardboard box with a gizmo (don´t ask me, I don´t know what it is, looks mechanical though),
Rolls of wrapping paper (in good condition, as far as I can see, and I can´t see very far into the jungle),
A medium cupboard with palm trees painted on it,
Piles of magazines (good for art-therapy!),
One wilted paper orchid that someone created for some celebration (big),
A sandalwood fan (which I immediately abducted),
A black silk “tanga” string, (will someone explain, pleeeeease?)
Three (t-h-r-e-e) Japanese samurai swords, (???)
A homemade dreamcatcher, (heavy),
An English book on Fairies,
A fake Tibetan carpet (pink!),
Enough wood planks to build a tea-house in the garden!…,
A big plastic duck which turned out to be a candle,
And last but not least, a… United Nations FLAG ! (???)

OK, I did my job. Doing the inventory somehow legitimates the stuff, and that´s it.
Maybe there´s a good soul (a house-elf, maybe?) in this house who will actually drag all this into the hall, sort it out and bring the garbage down to the village ?
(…to be continued…)

 

 

Adopting Kayla

The story goes like this…(written a year ago) 

A year ago my youngest daughter comes home and shows me pics of a boxer baby on her cellphone, Mummy, please, please, please…Mummy goes no-no-no, NOT another dog! No way. NO.

A week later, the kid (24!) comes home with a tiny pile of shivering misery that looks half-dead and urgently in need of something to eat. It turns out that the guy who wanted to sell her the doggie could sell neither of the three babies his boxer lady had had, so the little lout told everyone he would kill the babies, but instead he put them into a forest of brambles, near the village – and let them there to fend for themselves. It rained for several days.

My daughter and a friend happened to take a walk near-by and they heard the whimpering in the brambles, and so they found the little dogs all entangled and hungry and brought them into the village. Of course, my daughter brought one home, the tiniest.

I was in bed with a bad bout of flu, and I suppose it was the right time to woo me.

OK, she looks at you with those oh so soft eyes, and there your resolve goes, melted like butter in the sun! I know when I´m being tricked, tripped and trapped. But what would you have done, huh ????

We named her Kayla (The Precious), and well, I know she will become a ferocious guardian dog some time in the future. For the moment she´s the latest baby of the family, and as such, a real star!

PS.- I put down my conditions, I don´t clean after her, I don´t give her to eat, I don´t get her out, I don´t stand up during the night. I just bask in her sunny funniness. And so the daughter says yes, yes, yes, anything.

All clear. (I hope.)

Kayla, baby ? Wanna go for a walkie with Grandma ??? *wink*

A year or so later…

The daughter is in the village, having her own baby, and Kayla (hee hee, what did I tell you!) has stayed on with me! Kayla is now a big adult dog who terrifies any stranger with her ferocious whoa-whoa, but is in reality the tender-est velvety friend.

I´m not sure if Kayla knows that she is a dog, however.

*another wink*

 

 

 

 

Hello, World!

(Image: Soul card 115, SG, 2008)

This is the New Wizard 2009 - some of the entries I imported from Blogger, actually rescued them from the blogger dungeons! Same voice, different community, the rescue action makes sense.

Hugs around to my Readers,

And as always…have fun! 

The Lady Dragon.