A Precious Gift

Small scene,of a pool ,path and garden,closeby an wits on a hollow log. Hand-stitched from wool felt,embellished with beads and embroidery.vvvv
By the Pond

Again sharing another small nature scene.

There is a slight difference, as this time the little owl that is sitting on the hollow log is hand is stitched rather than needle felted. The owl resulted as a happy accident, rather than intention, as a result of finding felt scraps that wanted to be an owl.

This small mat lends itself to story telling as well as being suitable for gentle play and as an accessory for the nature table.

As in most of my other scapes, water is a feature. In ancient times water was regarded as a sacred and precious gift, the lifeblood that flowed from the womb of The Great Goddess, The Mater or Mother, creating and sustaining life.

The right of all living things to clear air, clean water and  pure food seems to be more and more disregarded. Waterways are   used to dump toxic waste and human waste, as well as being contaminated with chemicals from industry, mining, fracking and agriculture.

Privatisation seems to regard water, that essential component for life, as a commodity to trade, to control, to withold and to abuse. Samuel Taylor Coleridge remarked, in his poem “The Ancient Mariner, “water,water everywhere and not a drop to drink”, sadly this is becoming the reality of our world.

This scene has another layer of meaning. The owl as symbol of the Goddess , of wisdom and of seeking for the core truth that is held within, sits still, gazing at a small pool that could even be  an ancient healing well or spring.

Working on this piece made me think deeply about these issues, reflecting, and  wishing that all mankind realises we need to work together, care deeply for each other and for Mother Earth.

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After the rain

pictures around our garden as the suncomes out again,skies are blue and the new growth emerges after the floods,January 2013
after the rain

Can you see a story?

This is a Pic Monkey Collage of new life emerging after the recent floods.  Such brightness. The green around us now is dazzling. Growth seems fast and furious . The garden is filled with the music of bees, birdsong and dancing butterflies.

The recent contrast in nature’s mood brings much to mind the depiction of The Great Mother as  Creator and Destroyer, that cycle that winds endlessly and infinitely.

Another result of the rain and wind was to bring down trees,this one is just outside my workroom window ,just missing the house.
Another aspect