January 2007

jumping flew animalkind

by Leonie Dawson on January 31, 2007

a magnetic poem created on bek‘s fridge ~ my first poem in years.
i dedicate this to
liz, in honour of her sharing the passion of poetry and getting me in love with my inner poet again.

I’ve decided to take some time off for living.

I’m an intense bean ~ those born under the sign of Scorpio will understand the all or nothing aspect of our nature. I find myself addicted to the looking outward, the seeking of inspiration, the outside validation of self worth. All of this has its place, but so does being blissfully hermit-is.

It is only midsummer, but already I find myself beating Persephone down autumn’s stairs into introspection. I want to change my energy source from being somewhere outside to somewhere inside me ~ self fuelled and immersed in my life, not so much in the documentation of. I know this is the right choice for right now ~ when I made it, a huge flock of pink galahs flew right toward me, then over my head and my studio.

I’m not sure for how long. I want to fall back in love with myself and silence again ~ a sacred act, this inward initiation, the medicine wheel turning.

Let me know if you’d like to receive a notification email when spirit calls me to swing back into the blogging saddle again. Maybe it will be a few days, maybe a week. Maybe more. Otherwise, I will see you in the inbox, the letterbox or the dreaming ethers. I will be the one with feathers in her hair and a buffalo bracelet.

You are beautiful.
love,
Leonie


good things

by Leonie Dawson on January 30, 2007

good things in recent days ~

cockatoo medicine.

synchronicity.

still shaking it as a cowgirl.

bushwalking barefoot.

this picture of chris… so very much “he”

sitting in the carseat behind him, watching his hand dance out in the wind.

playing grand finals of billionaire with my love and his parents, all of us wearing obligatory silly hats for it.

having artists circles ~ gathering at bek‘s with our womens group just to create, laugh, share and eat good nosh for a few hours on a sunday afternoon.


all good things. so very, very good.

just like you, hottie.
love,
leonie

the imaginary life of a cowgirl

by Leonie Dawson on January 27, 2007

At the moment I am working my way through The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron.
One of the exercises is to write a list of your Imaginary Lives ~ I did the above journal page as my answer. One of the lives on my list is “Cowgirl” ~ I grew up as a cowgirl on my parent’s cattle farm, and have been riding horses since I was 2… but now, living three states away from the farm and in suburbia, the life of a cowgirl seems much further away.

Next on the Artists Way list ~ you had to do one small thing this week to move towards one of your Imaginary Lives.

I didn’t really have any idea of what I would do. I had vague thoughts of going for a sunset bikeride or paint a painting for one of my other imaginary lives.

We were out having lunch today with my love’s family, and I wandered into a hat store. And there on the first shelf was the most perfect cowgirl hat. Turquoise of course.

And what’s the first thing a cowgirl needs?

Her hat.

I feel quite strangely liberated,
giggling as I write this in my cowgirl’s hat for a turquoise goddess.

You smell so good,
Leonie