Suzanne has tough and won awards for her watercolours.
Creating Birch trees from Song sheets is such a delight
Especially from Lawrence Wright’s
“ Songs The World Songs”
Sheet music from
75 Songs for T.V. Radio Film Stage Producers
Created from the composers , song sheets
To create forests of Birch trees with light streaming through
Birch – Beith
Ruler of the 1st Lunar Month
24th December – 20th January
Powers: Purification, A Guardian of New Beginnings,
Bringer of Hope, Channeler of Emotion, Protection.
Birch Healing and Medicine
In the folk medicine of many countries, birch simples were used as curative and preventative tonics as well as on the skin in ointments and oils. These were, and are, considered to have many healing properties
The Druid tree symbol for the Bards
– ‘The Goddess Tree’ – ‘The Lady of the Woods’, the Birch tree, Betula Pendula is the bringer of promise, light and new beginnings.
Birch is the first of the tree symbols, for the first moon cycle in the Ogham Tree Calendar. Known by the celts as Beith (pronounced ‘bay’) it is the symbol of new beginnings, regeneration, hope, new dawns and the promise of what is to come. The tree carries ancient wisdom and yet appears forever young.
A dear friend and excellent chef , Tom surprised me this morning and asked me to try his breakfast. He called it Farl and he was mixing it up in a bowl and I just couldn’t understand what he was saying,
” what is it called” I said he spelled it out for me F A R L
I had never heard of this Breakfast Farl so i looked it up and it comes from Scotland or had its roots there. Something to do with a potato pancake cut in portions.
Farl it’s usually made with potatoes and flour but Tom was making out of a squash and put a beautifully poached egg on top it was so so good.
Deliciously good and I’m hoping it will be on the new Menu soon.
After a particularly tough morning; for no particular reason, I took myself off to the sea.
The sun is rare and never gets very high on the British Southwestern Coast in November and December. We are so lucky to live near the cliffs and be able to sit on the beach at West Bay.
Looking east along the Jurassic coast
I needed to walk and try and get outside to soak up the winter sun. On my way, I always stop and visit one of my favorite gallery Slaters Yard.
This is a place which I would love to have my own work hanging one day,
Ha, we can all walk toward our dreams , can’t we?
The exhibitions at Sladers Yard are always slightly abstract but in tune with nature and creation. They always have beautiful displays of jewelry, pottery and other functional crafts.
Outside in the garden, where I sit contemplating and writing the sky is beautiful shade of cerulean blue in contrast to the golden Dorset stone , the gallery itself is a work of art, raw and natural but elegant and stylish, the best of all things British.
I also enjoy a hot cup of tea and a crumbly fruit scone, to savor the moment.
A quiet Wednesday afternoon with amber light, chased by icy breeze. The wind creating a whistling through the ropes on masts of the boats moored in the small harbor.
My soul feasted on beautiful images and sculpture called “MoonRising” and some balancing Spheres by Fiamma Montagu. Some other great works of hers like”Many Moons” and other vertical form in black stone wear and round spheres in white porcelain, they are just stunning.
Not only would I love to experience making such beautiful things or try to anyway
but to have them living along side you to look at and feel would be just beautiful, these are timeless works. The theme of the moon, its mythology representing the feminine in very personal to me.
My Mother gave me the moon the I was very young, she gave all her six children an element or wonder, like the stars or the sun. She was very imaginative and had some wonderful idea.
I was pleased with this and delighted that the moon alway followed me home.
It looks like Mother nature created those beautiful stones but I know it was Fiamma who carefully hand crafted each one. linking them together to create beautiful stacks and circular shapes. Some of these sculptures remind me of an Irish Kearn. Elements in time with colors to give them depth and contrast this is done by adding color as red iron oxide, white porcelain and cobolt. These natural shapes were high fired and standing on metal platforms. You could display then inside or outside. I would encourage you to come and just let your eyes feast on these stone like structures , so pleasing to the eyes .
They look as if theses flat round stones washed up on the shore. This is a fabulous show as usual,
I’m so grateful to the people who put these shows together. They bringing such beautiful contemporary British art, furniture and crafts to the heart of West Bay at no charge, no train ride to London it is such a treat.
Other works in the show by Marzia Colonnade Tom Hammick and David Inshae and so much more.
A hot coffee in a special cafe, in my home town of Bridport, with my favorite creative mags, I’m in heaven.
One outstanding example is UPPERCASE for the Creative and Curious. This labor of love, is one of my favorite places to retreat into beautiful pages, packed full of artist, designers and articles on creative adventurers.
In this magazine are delightful stories and an in-depth look at the creative process by men and women from all around the globe from all walks of life. Beautiful examples of art , beautifully printed in the coloulful magazine from artist such as Richard Mcvetis “Variations of a Stitched Cube” which he talks of the “mapping of space”
This magazine feels so wonderful in your hand the pages smell great and the printing is designed to the highest standard.
Janine Vangool the publisher, editor and designer works so hard, her love of the creative process is so inspirational and enables artist working alone in their studios to be part of a larger creative community.
So, if you are hungry for inspiration and appreciate the journey of the creative processes, if you love prints , patterns, beautiful typography, stitching and examples of rich botanicals look up this wonderful inspiration a magazine.
Thanks for drawing with me. @Soulshifecafebridport
This is my first time letting Billy out to fly!
Deep in the woods near the small town of River Vale, Bill stretched out his small bat wings and dropped into the cool evening air still fresh and moist from a long summer rain. His mum shouted after him,
“ Billy, Billy, you forgot your pouch,” Billy swooped and hovered just above the cave calling out,
“ It’s ok Mum, I’ll find my own food tonight.” Billy’s Mum knew the rain would have washed away all the gnats and bugs and without his pouch, Billy could go hungry. Inside the ouch Billy’s Mum had lovingly prepared a snack for her son of small bits, mosquitos and a big juicy moth. It was the best of all foods for a young bat, But tonight Billy wanted to find his own dinner.
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(My first drawing 2010)
Diving wildly into the night Billy knew that, as a very young bat, he still has a lot to learn about the dangers of flying and hunting. His uncle and cousin had taken him out a number of times befor to learn how to use his echo-location and hunt for food, so Billy really wanted to show everyone he could do it on his own.
As he flapped his wings as hard as he could . he climbed high above the trees. Then pulled his wings in and tightening them he dropped down really quickly swooping low along the swelling creek which was littered with logs and toys washed down from the storm.
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Flying up again and then down, swerving around the trees Billy learned hold his mouth slightly open so he could catch all the yummy morsels as he flew along. Tonight there weren’t many bugs and he needed to fly closer to the lights.
The only light he could see was o the outside of a house near the creek. He knew he ought to avoid houses, they were brought with danger. The closer Billy flew to the light the juicier the bugs became. The brighter the light the more billy had to close his eyes. Now he could test his echo-location . This was how bat’s flew in the dark. It was a bit like closing your eyes and throwing a ball against the wall. Billy did this with bugs.
Flying back and forth, to the left and then to the right around the light, Billy noticed a gap in the wall. It made him curious and at the last minute, as he dove down again, he slipped through a gap in the wall. The walls of this cave were flat and solid, this was like no other cave Billy had ever flown into.
Feeling dizzy, and trapped, he could only fly round and round in circles.
In fact, Billy had flown through and open door which led right into the basement of 600 Blue Hill Road, the home of a large family with lots of children. That night two of the children were playing near the basement door and they couldn’t believe their eyes as Billy came swooping in .
Round and round the room billy flew. It was’t long before he started to grow tired. If only he could find a ledge where he could rest and catch his breath for a minute. Just as he was about to land on a small window sill the little boy named Michael grabbed a broom and took a swipe at Billy.
His little sister Suzie squealed, loudly. Billy saw the girl open the outer door really wide to give him a chance to escape, she was tried to stop the boy from hitting him. Just as Billy dipped down to slip through the open door, the boy swung the broom wide, hitting him hard and knocking him down on a pile of wood that lay in a tall stack. Michael cheered cruelly and jumped up and down, Billy could still hear everything but lay there very still.
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Michael and Suzie peered down at the bat poking Billy with a screw-driver. Was he still alive?
They knew not to touch wild animals as you could catch diseases. Michael was so wound up he rand around the basement flapping his arms and shouting, “ I got him I got him”. And up the stairs he ran to tell all who would listen, how clever he was and that he had killed a bat.
Suzie looked carefully at the poor creature. He looked quite sad and helpless. curmpled up on the wood pile like a brown rag. She felt very upset because it was she who forgotten to close the basement door that night. She thought she could see his fury chest moving up and down. Susie put the bat on a big brown leaf that had blown in from the yard and folded him up in it like a blanket.
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With close peg she attached the two sides of the leaf so as to protect him. She hung him upside down on the small tree near the opening of the back door. If he was still alive it was important to hide him because her brother would want to finish him off or worse feed him to their big black cat named Jet.
Suzie prayed he was still alive. After washing her hands in the basement sink, she splashed some water on the leaf just in case the little bat needed a drink.
Billy felt the cold water hit him but he was still very much in shock. He thought that maybe all of this was just a bad dream and he was really tucked up in his bat nest and that soon his Mum would wake him up with a cup of nettle tea. The water dripped slowly down the leaf and then as he drew in a deep breath in the water went into his mouth and ran down his sore throat. Billy hung there in the night for a while stunned and aching. finally he struggled from his stooper and slipped out of the leaf and dropped hard on the dirt floor below.
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Billy walked for what seemed like miles, all the time calling out for his family with the special code they had created. It was a very high pitch call so none of the other animals in the woods would know he was in trouble. Even thought he lived in the woods, Billy felt lost and very alone. It was turning into a very long night indeed. Suddenly, and with now warning, his call was answered, faintly at first but growing louder. At last his cousin swooped down really close nearly brushing Billy’s ears. In the end it took three bats to get Billy home safely that night as they had to hold hime and fly him back to the safety of his cave.
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Luckily his Mum had gone to bed early that night and Billy limped as quietly as he could straight for his bed. Hanging upside down Billy slept for ten hours straight, He was awoken by his Mum in the kitchen stirring his favourite moth soup. This would soon make Billy Feel much better and have him flying around the woods again very soon. A great lesson was learned that day and Billy would never forget it. The bright light outside the house that attacted the juiciest bugs and yet flying to close had nearly cost him everything, He would be more cautious in the future and stick to the woods that he knew. ( all except on nigh soon after, when Billy flew by the house on final time and saw Suzie in her window, She looked sad and worried,
Billy remembered her kindness and flew by her window and let her know he was OK. As Suzie saw billy her heart leapt with joy. She waved and she smiled and Billy flew off into the night, the end .
Thank you so much for visiting
And look out into the dark sky and say hi to Billy
Remember to come back and see Billy and watch his progress.