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Road of Trials…

in February I had inscribed for a course of creative spinning, The Journey to the Golden Fleece. Today I was planning to write to my mentor and say that I just couldn't continue with the course because I don't have enough time and I feel totally blocked and it's just not possible…. Then I got an encouraging email this morning and thought, well, maybe this is part of the journey after all and I'm not alone with these feelings!



So I decided to go ahead with what I had planned: expressing the moment I found my spiritual path in fibre. I discovered the path of the Ceile De, a Celtic order, seven years ago in a time when I was quite low and depressed. So I planned to use a lot of the Welsh black wool and a bit of the brilliant green raw silk I bought a little while ago. I had two approaches. I span the black wool just normally on my heavy handspindle and then the green silk alone on my lightweight topspindle, then I plied them together. That looked quite good although the green is much more noticable than I thought it would be…


Then I mixed the green silk with pale green merino wool. I don't have any proper mixing tools so I used my hand carders. I ended up with the green silk just showing up here and there in the finished yarn, much more what I had intended it to do.



And then I just stared at the rests of fibre on my sofa, black, brown, white wool and some brilliantly coloured blue and green ramie that I got as a gift with my order from Hilltop Cloud Katie.

I started putting them randomly on my carders, first the darker colours, then blending in the white and finally the green and blue. They made three reasonable rolag type thingies (never really done this before, you see!). I'm supposed to clean the house in preparation for guests tomorrow but I couldn't stop and started spinning the fibre. The thread that wound itself around my spindle touched me deeply in my heart: the colours that came out are the colours of the isle of Iona in the Hebrides and strongly linked to our tradition. On Iona I started my spiritual path consciously… This yarn isn't finished yet. I will ply this with white locks of a fleece of a lamb in the French Alps and then post a picture of the end result! I was quite taken aback, though, by this onslaught of inspiration and now definitely need some chocolate :-)…


St. Brighid's Well, Iona

White Strand of the Monks, Iona



Distant Memories

Today I have wandered farSoon the day will be overThe trees are growing darkAnd the last rays of sunlight fade awayI have to rest a while before reaching the end of my journeyI sit down at the foot of a big stoneold stone, covered in mossI close my eyes just for a momentTo gather my strengthI wrap my cloak around me And sing softly to myselfAll grows quiet around meI lift my eyes and seeA tall man looking straight at meDressed in strange clothesI feel no fear but admirationHe is so handsome and strongHis eyes deep forest poolsHis features nobleI stand to greet himBut the words don't comeI stare at the deep wound in his chestThen at his pale faceHe smiles at me and shakes his headI move towards him to helpBut as I approach he fades awayAnd I can't see him any moreI continue my wayFeeling sad yet warm insideWhat has happened at this place? Who is he? Where is he now? I walk on wonderingMy soul at peaceHe was before me and he lives onOur paths may still cross again


Yesterday I was talking to my friend about awareness. In my job and also in my private life, I find it difficult not to go into automatic gear and switch off… but I don’t want to do that. I want to be present, aware of what is happening, with me, in me… She suggested a few things I could do to bring myself back to the present moment. One is to stop for a few seconds every hour, on the hour, and say to myself “I am”. That sounded simple enough and I said I would give it a go! So I did! I started work at 12:00 and missed the 12:00 stop because I had to find out what was happening at work. Normal… At 13:00 I did stop and said “I am” and thought, well, that’s easy… Then I came to myself at 18:00, during my meal break, realising I hadn’t even remembered the hours in between! Of course, I was working, welcoming people, explaining, helping a new colleague, answering the phone, answering emails, doing a million and one things… and not once in between had I even remembered to check the time!
Of course, this is not a guilt thing, I knew I wouldn’t make it and that’s ok, the idea is just to observe oneself, watch what is happening. Nevertheless, I thought I would be a tad more aware than that…
Well, I’ll try again, today, when I’m at home. Will that be easier? In theory, yes, but I have my doubts :-/…



There’s a window in my house
Letting in the light
Filtering it,
Allowing me to browse
See what I decide
There’s a window in my house
Sheltering me from the wind
Helping me keep my vows
To protect my family and kin
There’s a window in my soul
Letting in the light
Nurturing me, making me whole
Helping me grow upright
There’s a window in my soul
Protecting me from evil
To keep bright glowing the coal
Whilst ever avoiding upheaval




Today, the sun came out and  the world changed!  There were so many blossoms on bushes and trees, opening delicate and fresh leaves and this distinct pre-summer perfume hanging in the air. What a change from the cold and grey days behind us… When I picked up all the different scents, I only noticed how much I had missed them over winter. Tonight we step into the Celtic summer, Beltane is here! A time for buds and blossoms and a promise of fruit to come. I am looking forward to this season with anticipation and curiosity and a little bit of excited flutters in my tummy. What is growing in and around me?


I am I am
I am I am
I am a vessel of stone…Standing there quietly, waiting patiently.
Slowly the master chissels away, bits here and bits there
Sometimes it hurts, and I want him to stop.
He pauses for a while and then, delicately,
lovingly, he lifts his chissel.
After years in darkness, I can see light.
There is nothing above my head
but the starry night sky now.
My eyes drink in the sight
of blue and silver and gold.
Around me there is a liquid,
warm, thick, nourishing water,
softening colours and shapes.
I turn around, around my self,
around my Self, around…
Water fills the chalice,
all the way up
all the way down.
It comes from a source
deep in the ground
where the stars live also
welling up in the chalice
keeping me floating,
I am a vessel
of stone
White stone, Limestone
Under pressure


.. words made real communication possible. Stepping back from emotions allowed us to exchange thoughts and feelings, convictions and priorities. This was a major step forward. So, what are we going to do with the rest of our lives? We shall walk forwards, open and honestly, with conviction and determination.