Each morning I arise and embark on a series of rituals, that culminate with a hot cup of tea in one hand, my camera in the other and faithful Jack by my side.
It is then that I step out…
This has been my ritual, though not always with Jack, for the past twelve years.
And so it continues…
What has manifested here on this little piece of sacred Earth still takes my breath away!
I touch base with it as many times a day as I can!
I take thousands of photographs every year, for the sheer beauty of what Mother Earth can do on three acres of “poor land,” is beyond incredible!
And this has manifested in one of the last remaining countries on Earth that continues to refer to itself as “Mother.”
The Great Mother, Mother Earth, Goddess, Creatrix!
The Celts were one of the last remaining tribes of the Goddess…in that they recognised the spirit of the Earth as female.
There lies a message in that…
I believe it to be simply this…”I am alive and filled with joy and waiting…”
And earlier today…
Those who answer her call become immersed in joy and surrounded with beauty…and so it is.
It still takes my breath away!