Rain Drops

Whorls made by falling rain in a puddle on the paving
Rain Patterns

It is a while now since it has significantly rained on our place, a while, too, since being able to upload photos to the computer which means having to use what is available. Today I found this picture which is pertinent .

Just back from a trip to  Melbourne, where it is green and blooming, has made the dry,dusty, brown around the house all the more evident. There are a few clouds about, and a smell of rain so here’s hoping that nature will soon rejoice and be replenished .The weather forecast predicts nothing more that a maybe light shower but there is always that chance that rain will be torrential. In such a dry country as Australia any rain is a gift to be cherished .

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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.