Questions

I was always wondering… even when I was not sure that it was even a question…

I was always trying to get it…

Why people need another people. Big, huge amounts of them… like on concerts, crowds… touching… being together.

For me it was always uncomfortable. Sooo odd.

So not mine.

From kids playing together, in fact needing each other… playing adults games not in fact knowing it yet…

To adults.

Crowds.

See me, touch me, hug me!!! I am important. I am one and only, know me better, take me home…

Why I am not like this? Why I prefer emptiness and fullness of the woodlands, people who are long time considered dead for me are so much more interesting and alive even… and stones…

I figured out that symbolism and signs left by those who are dust or fragile bones now… whispers in the air, trees… are my thing. But years ago it was not so popular like now. It was considered bonksers, especially in Middle Europe.

Especially… same with being a witch…

How many pf you smiled… Oh bonkers too. Wiccans etc… Nope, I am not a wiccan, druid whatever… I am blood of my grandmothers, intuition mixed with knowledge… I am one and only… the ancient stuff.

No definition.

At all.

My own path is not yours.

My visions are only mine.

And the sky is not the limit…

In fact there is so much more closer to all of us, so much more you do not notice.

So much more…

I prefer…

I prefer the woods and the past…

I prefer the stones and stories whispered by them and leaves and branches…

This what was, maybe forgotten, maybe in fact those trees are young souls, but through the roots, they somehow know the past and now and future…

They know.

And if you touch them, you can know too, but…

Beware.

Be sure, you wanna know… let your intuitive witch out, and she will fly up and up… and then, decide, that it is too high for her.

And will maybe stay on the ground. Because the soil is here, whispering also, also attractive, bringing inspirations…

Being a with on this island means listening a lot.

Means being sometimes so pissed, because nothing can answer, and then suddenly overloaded by the sounds and pictures.

Means feelings… new, uncertain, unable to be defined…

And I prefer to be a witch of this place. Hearing, singing to Sleeping Gods, hugging the stones…

A witch, scientist and an artist finally feeling complete.

Because suddenly all my parts can be together, understood by the surroundings.

Finally.

And breathing inspiration in…

And again wanting to paint, not only hunting with photos.

Or maybe… three sometimes is a perfection… sometimes can be apart, and sometimes must touch each other, even for a moment.

Even…

Music

It had always been something extra for me.

Number one I was raised in days where there was…

… only opera for me and ballet. I am not regretting it that first music I heard was in fact an orchestra. Real one… people playing on different instruments even pieces of grass, teaching me how to do it.

I was born in the past.

In weird country.

I had no my own disc man, Walkman… they were not invented yet when I was born… and then, there was such a huge amount of artists that did not need tapes. Oh yes we had tapes those days… and so fashionable now black rings… Yes, I am ancient. I was listening to the nature and music alive…

But with time, around my teen years I somehow established, that this what I love the most, is mostly movie music. Soundtracks and HIM… Ennio Morricone. Okay, Michael Kamen and Trevor Jones too, but Him…

Thanks to His music I taught myself how to feel and that feelings are good… and that often they should be hidden. Thanks to him and religion of Native Americans I survived a lot and now… there is no place for Natives, as I see, and No Morricone… Though, music is still here. Though books and stories are still here…

Thank you Maestro for music You created.

Thank you for shaping my soul.

Three sisters and…

… and something they are part of.

Or maybe they are guardians of?

A place which is buzzing with energy.

If we look at the ley lines, well… everything looks promising…

But do you need them? Follow your intuition. Touch, breath, use all the senses even those unknown…

Find your own pictures, feelings… check if the thoughts are yours…

And listen…

To everything.

Trees, stones, and those unnamed.

Especially them.

Feel…

How magical this place is, how old…

How deep…

And how damaged, unfortunately.

But you being there is healing… for you and this place.

Because we all are one nature.

July

I did not even noticed it is July.

When, how…

…. what is wrong with this year… I mean more wrong, you know. Disaster after disaster… no hope. Pain. Too much… But still, it is a next month and it means not much to me, except checking if I wrote down a proper date.

Really… and the heat… hate it truly.

But to be honest, now I think it can be always wrong. Even if pain is awful, both this emotional and this physical… when you can not somehow keep pieces of yourself together… it can be worse.

Life recently is a shit… so eat ice cream if you can and want to. Sleep longer if you can… fuck, everything is “if you can”. Again we are coming back to freedom and responsibility… but to be honest, there is no freedom, sooo… maybe responsibility sucks too? Maybe it is only something created by media? Because things you know, to follow your heart, take care of love ones and not hurting others even if you really wanna smack that guy driving so slowly… maybe he just feels so bad that can not go faster, soo… do not shoot him, just carefully check if he is only slow, and move on.

Because somehow suddenly all lives matter except mine.

My life matter too!

Or maybe not? I should not question it, right? I should not but a mix of scientist and artist is the worst. Too much thinking. Too much overthinking!!!

Too much!!!

Three Sisters

For me they are three sisters. Those who could not decide if they want to play with magic separable or together.

To create a pact or maybe…

Or step out alone.

All they new, they wanted magic, they had it buzzing in their wains, but…

They also loved themselves… selfishly… so strongly, that they could not be apart… so they decided finally to step into the secret circles together…

But the time was done.

The mists covered the circles, hidden strange ladies in dark ropes…

Woodland ladies which you can easily meet while walking… but beware, they may ask you a question.

You can refuse the answer, but is it worth it?

Look at them and learn, that some things do not wait for you forever.

Important things…

To be honest, it is a complex of concentric stone circles… damaged of course, but still visible with few stones bigger, more visible and…

Interestingly shaped.

And of course…

The oak.

Because there always have to be a tree. Mostly ash, rowan… but when it comes to oaks, oh well, they are tricky. T.B.C.

Still walking…

And in the woods… everything was so quiet.

So fresh, so breathable… though my island is very clean still, the woodlands smell fantastic. always.

Really.

But this path… golden, sparkling…

Well, it is a special one.

Not often used…

You can feel special only because you found it, or was informed where to go, what to follow, or you just listened… listened to the stones…

Because, spoiler alert, they are waiting for you on a small crossroad…

Well hidden, but also visible.

Or maybe they choose if they want you there… maybe…

You never know, can not be sure of anything here… except magic… it is here.

Breathing, playing and of course, giving birth…

To more…

Come with me again…

Come on, I will show you another spiritual space. Full of spirits and inspirations… Come with me, and breath…

Breath because photos were taken with a very early spring.

And everything was still in a very lazy mood.

When the soil was waking up slowly…

And everything was… empty.

But still unaware why.

And flowers… oh yes…

Here snowdrops in the woods happen.

Amazing… both strong, beautiful and fragile.

Like made of glass.

And nope, I was not looking for a place to pee to find those… No way… LOL

Truly. LOL

Bigger, smaller.

Like from a fairy tale, informing beings, that you are coming…

But no worries. We will be okay. We will… because this path leads us to a very special place, very special…

Come with me 3

We are not done.

Not at all. Because here everything is so fascinating. Every branch, piece of bark, last year leaves…

And those shapes… claws…

Or a piece from this one not produced “Alien” movie… look at those teeth!

Or three sisters…

And those lovely streams with clean water…

Where live beings from fairy tales and oldest legends…

Blue, stealing colors from the sky.

It is just fascinating how it looks like.

Like they were crawling, just stopped for a moment. Curly…

Calming so much.

And the structures of the leaves made in 2019. Suddenly, not such a bad year… right? Suddenly not awful and poor…

Oh well…

And those hidden paths, which I love so much.

To hide there, to rethink nothing, to just create stories…because why not. Because not everything is something you can do anything about it or even, it is in fact not your job to do it. Clean your space…

Sometimes it is enough.

Sometimes even too much.

In the deepest eyes of water hidden in different places of the island, wild spirits live. Do not wake them up if you are not ready to listen…

Come with me 2

Come with me… smell the air.

It is maybe chilly and windy but that freshness of the sea…

Can you smell it? Okay, not this… yes, those are prints of cow feet.

Can you feel the saltiness?

Not the ruins, come on… they are here, still standing… okay, we will visit them again later… not today.

Not so important. LOL Not for now…

Not today. Because today belongs to this tree and waves.

Amazing tree… one and only.

And the waves.

Hold on!!!

And breath.

It smells so amazing.

So fresh.

Soooo… like freedom.

True one.

Just freedom.

Stand here with me longer. Nothing matters now, for a moment… only the waves… and rocky beach. Only this loneliness which is so freeing. Because here, with those waves you are not lonely, you are just important as you are and nature really let you be who you are… truly. And of course…

Somehow…

Loneliness, away from humans, is so good…