the truth of it.

“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to except life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate, or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.”
~ Henry Miller

been going through some stuck moments lately. coming against a wall of my own fear. frustrations and self criticisms surfaced.
but i was honest about it. in my womens circle i said: i’m stuck. i don’t know how to do this. i don’t know how to face athena, goddess of courage.

i think being honest about being stuck helped me to become unstuck.
the goddesses around me said: you don’t need to learn it in two weeks leonie.
gentleness, gentleness.

the ironic thing of it all…
is that the thing i was stuck on, the thing i was most afraid of,
was speaking my own truth.

and yet… i was starkly honest about it.

and therein lies a secret i’ve only just discovered ~ that athena is working in me all along. i’m being honest, even in the stuck, sticky and hard bits.


PS: the beautiful crystal necklace i am wearing in the above picture arrived for me today from the beautiful henna fairy. the timing, the mere presence of it is divine ~ just this morning i was envisioning a blue crystal necklace to help open my throat chakra, feel them good blue athena vibrations and speak them leonie truths…

lost and found…

“water nymph dreaming” ~ photography & mixed media

In my lifetime,
I hope to develop
Arms that are strong,
Hands that are gentle,
Ears that will listen,
Eyes that are kind,
A mind full of wisdom,
A heart that understands,
A tongue that will speak softly.
~ Unknown

i am lost in my own equations,
but found through the wisdom of dear friends.

three beautiful things
funky sticks furniture
anne grgich art
wild sister arts


gail writes deliciously.
she turns each phrase over and over in the space between her mind and pen. they tumble out, and catch observances of daily life.
she is gentle, kind, intelligent. young spirited, wise soul. she likes the good things in life: pens, family, journals, journeys.
and i am blessed to call her my friend.

::: book of shadows by phyllis curott

i highly recommend the experience of both!

off to women’s circle tonight…
i offer you the courage of athena to walk your talk and speak your truth.

comic art fest

chris & i trundled along to the opening of the comic art exhibition over at the artist’s shed on saturday. my freaking cool bus friend, ben, was part of the exhibition with his delectable toons.

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the range of comic art was astounding and got me & hunky boyfriend hankering to go home and paint. from conductors to masturbating jesuses, 70’s flower women to political geoff pryor toons… i dug it.

ben & i then decided to form a dance troupe. anything for a photo op, really.

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funny, irreverent, colour filled days…