Riding the cusp between imagination and reality…
My intention this morning was to move on to another card in the D.O. The card has been chosen, the story lags behind and tells me it wants another day to brings lines into order. I decided OK, let’s take a break but then this story from 2 years ago today appeared in my time […]
Read More When Magicians MeetThese birds flew in, alongside Dear Heart and Burning Beau. I remember thinking there was something a little off about them. Why Kites? They were very distinctly Kites in my journeyed vision, Red Kites with distinctive forked tails (though the V appears to have got lost in the waxing)… and that felt strange against the […]
Read More Flying KitesThis image in the D.O. formed part of a trio that came through together in a single journey. Burning Beau, was accompanied by Flying Kites (most likely my next post) and Dear Heart (as met in previous post). In many ways Burning Beau felt to be a counterpart to Dear Heart. His image forged through […]
Read More Burning BeauDuring lockdown, my house is filled with myself, Mr S, and 3 of our brood. We’re all absorbed with our own little things going on in our own little universes. Sometimes ripples sound out from theirs into mine… Daughter asking if I have a spare sketch book? Middle son drumming out beats, other son and […]
Read More Dear HeartArtistically, this image from the D.O. is not my favourite, but looks aren’t everything and this card earned it’s place in other ways. This strange image came after a journey with C and a conversation piecing together the visions we had seen. Four maidens sat in a behind the scenes room, around a table like […]
Read More Timing is EverythingThis was a relatively pain free birth. A couple of things differentiated this image from the others in the D.O. Firstly, this is the only card where I sacked off the original image and went back to the drawing board. At first glance, the fledgling image seemed to capture the vibe I was looking for, […]
Read More Air Traffic Control“Jabez” I mentioned this name in my previous post and said I would return. Jabez, a name meaning borne in pain. This image from the D.O. was a dark humoured joke with myself. During fieldtrips with C, I would often find myself sliding into lengthy, often cussed filled Rantras as I clawed at whatever it […]
Read More Oyster SpitAugust 2016 found me on a different kind of fieldtrip. At this point in time, the D.O. had kinda slipped off the rails. C and I, whilst still good friends had seen little of each other in the fields as life had taken twists and turns for both of us…One of the phrases I hear […]
Read More Kith and KinThis morning my passenger slides into the front seat. I turn and greet her: “Hey! Good Morning! How are you?” “To be fair? Pretty puzzled… I can’t stop thinking about that speeding car yesterday. Where did it come from? I looked down that road and it was completely clear…” “Yeah, that’s a puzzler. I didn’t […]
Read More Blind Sight
The pure and blessed way 