look mum, i’m flying…
i decided to spend some time in the studio last night really cultivating my dreams. i followed spirit and opened the windows, letting the cool evening breeze in. i didn’t turn music on like normal. i lit one candle, inscribed with a goddess. i didn’t turn the lights on, i just painted in the twilight. i was spilling blues on to paper, living in the magic moment, and i looked up and out the window – and there in the sky, radiant, glowing, looking at me, was the most beautiful waxing moon – grandmother moon roundening into her fullness. she was watching me, and i felt so close to her… i got such a delicious feeling in my belly and in my spirit. there, creating by candlelight, with the moon shining upon my soul.
