Who now knows the ancient tongue of the moon? Who still listens to what the Goddess says, the langage of the land, has slipped away into the well of the past, and only the rocks and mountains remember what was told us long ago. Yet the land still sings in the wild and open spaces and wispers still in the flowers and grasses. I have found comfort and inspiration in the silence of these places, and I am most grateful for it.
I have been inspired this week to make an embroidered bag, using just odd bits from my sewing box, very make do and mend, with my inspirations coming from some of the things I love...what inspires you to create, what inspires you to be original.....
With love xx
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