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Sewin Studio handmade luxury zafu cushions and quilts at Stanley Arts Sunday Market I finished two zafu meditation cushions this week and brought them along to the Stanley Arts Sunday market in South Norwood SE25. ( London UK ) It’s a different dynamic to finish a thing when there is an in real life deadline involved. ‘Baby’ Zafu meditation cushion and baby/ meditation Quilt by Maggie Winnall…
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‘Baby’ zafu meditation cushion
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Hexagon Mandalas
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The Finishing Project
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Επφάνεια 2
When I returned, the same calm descended. It was serene. So it is, that this corner of suburban south London has taken me completely by surprise. It never occurred to me that an artbritary new place, or any place for that matter, could conjure up the same magical feeling I’d had in a different place, hundreds of miles away and over half a hundred years ago. That one place could unlock the lived…
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A perfect blue
I spent a good part of the day taping around the edges in no 4. The hall, the dining room and stairs. I took lunch on the Veranda then later on my afternoon break I ventured into the garden, sat myself on the earth, in the warm afternoon sun. At first, sitting there, I struggled with the brightness, then vivid spears of green, delicate and slender emerged from the shadowy background. It was a…
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My prayer has found me
My prayer has found me
Cynthia introduced me to ‘The Lotus and The Lily’ by Janet Connor. Cynthia was finishing up her mandala and had posted it on Instagram. I was curious. Cynthia is a person to trust, being a true voice in the scheme of things. Always holding heart and space for women’s creativity, she walks her talk. The process of going through ‘The Lotus and The Lily’ was a revelation. There are so many…
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Detective
Journaling and personal detective work pays off. It unearths ‘The Truth’ that has buried you in a lie Keep going with your words, keep inquiring, keep learning, open your heart, access your truth. For it is true, the Truth shall set you free. Free from fear. Over the years, I have learned that establishing a regular prayer and medition practice, yoga, stitching meditation is to learn to belong to…
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Hope Street
She arrived at Hope Street, smiling She left that Place, shamed The white man trigger, fired ‘If it was up to him’ he’d said ‘He wouldn’t let her in ‘ No one looking out, for her ( or anyone else ? ) No understanding eyes On a reactive path Set up to fail. The white man trigger, holding the gun The white man abuser, hating difference from himself The white man The white man pattern repeating…
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La Herradura
Why I didn’t take photos of the place, I really don’t know. The scattered upturned chairs, unswept leaf ridden place did not resemble the ‘Boutique Hotel’ photos. There was just a phone number on the locked doors that I couldn’t access because the phone connection that was promised in the UK, was not working. I made my way up the steep winding road lugging my suitcase behind me, to check if I’d…
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Triumph
To be fully human is to experience vulnerability. To take what is difficult and challenging and transmute it into art is the mark of triumph.
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Ψυχή - Soul
Ψυχή – Soul
Tender hearted. Cabbage heart, a strawberry heart. A whole heart loving and true. My heart. That beats like a drum a with a walking beat. Erika Badu. We listened to her songs, a couple of them, whilst sitting on the log under the trees with the moon shining through the bare branches. The sky was clear, people still in the park. Simone singing along, which was so beautiful. I love her voice. It’s…
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Save the Day
Walking – Thinking – Walking – Thinking Each step walk, each step think. a walking meditation, excercising the muladhara, Connecting with earth and soft mud. Avoiding the squelchy parts that have been invaded and trampled over. Grassy verges have turned grey brown, new paths forged. Smooth flattened earth. A flash of dusty pink, a jay landing on a branch then hopping across to another. Nature…
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Words
Some words enter the world in a straightforward manner, some struggle to get here. Words pulled reluctantly or pushed forward across the page, to the edge, over the edge. Plunging down , descending into a shiny blurry world ,the pressure and noise all enveloping, then the upward rise, up, up, breaking through the surface gasping for air. A big inhale. Bobbing and floating, paddling hands and…
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Responsibility
What do you want to do when you grow up ? The time when you, overnight, are different, a fully formed adult, able to take care of yourself, be responsible for your day to day affairs and choices. Are you still expecting to grow up? Or do you feel grown? Taking a few moments and a few steps away from the main road into a pretty enclave, I took a stroll down Pavilion Place, on a freezing night…
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Burn
‘Highland Mystery’ solved the crime of the missing horse. It was the book I put into the metal bowl and set fire to. A whiff of the time and place where I had written it, caught in the air and caught me me off guard. It didn’t burn completely through in one pass. It had a good start but the curling flames ebbed away, the paper becoming flat, smoke streaked scales. Red embers like fiery insects…
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