She wanted to be: True to her 'Creative Muse.' As she continued to feel her heart's calling: Through years of collage and mixed media: Sculpture and assemblage: She longed to draw and paint again. Feel

Radiate: The light of her wish. Create: A Rainbow bridge. Balance and blend with all opposition. Sense: Beyond the veils of deception. We are One. As we were in the Beginning and always will be. ~Ally.

Threads: Of bubbles: Glisten and glow: Illuminating the dark. My life may still be in tangles: But I see the beauty in their depths. As the story unravels: The journey begins. ~Ally. The threads and bubbles

Threads: Of bubbles: Glisten and glow: Illuminating the dark. My life may still be in tangles: But I see the beauty in their depths. As the story unravels: The journey begins: Once again. ~Ally. Tangles.

I am you, you are me. we are everyone. I am, you are, we are the Universe, I am, you are, we are the Sun, I am, you are, we are: The Infinite. ~Sylvia. I am the Universe. I am the Universe is a Folk: Celtic:

Early. Morning Dew. Translucent. Balanced. Twelve indigenous duck feathers. Gathered by the banks of the Roseville Lake. ~Ally. When you tap on the feather you will be taken to Dtube to watch the video.

Be still: My terrified heart. And I will caress your pain. ~Sylvia Forest. Streets are all Empty. ♥︎♥︎⚖️♥︎♥︎ I'll whisper to you of a truer love: You'll never be lonely or broken again. ~Sylvia Forest.

I'm a sucker: For Happy-Ever-After Endings And people who after years of putting themselves: Down or back or behind. Discover that they can come forward: Because they have started to honor who they truly

Whimsical and fanciful. Artworks to delight: The 'Child Within.' The 'Creative Muse.' The 'Nature Lover.' ~Ally. The Frenchs Forest Organic Farmers' Market began as a small organic food market more than

Makers Place: A totally new Art Gallery concept. A source of delight, amazement and inspiration. ~Ally. In my last article: Be Open to Sacred Space, I described how I came to set up my Makers Place Store

Pink. So soft and feminine. Spring turns to Summer. The haunting. Cry of a magpie. A burst of sunshine. Blue skies alternate. With a touch of Patchouli. A fragrance so earthy. I open to the wonder. Of

I was born flexible. I can change how I think and feel. About anything. At any time. At any place. I can design my own patterns. And change them. ~Ally. Blessed are the hearts that can bend: They shall

Bright Red. Berries in a forest of Mica. Calming my heart. Quietening my thoughts. Trusting all is as it is meant to be. In this time of transition. And nights of Ice. ~Ally. A piece of blue Kyanite under

She wanted to be: As light as the lightest feather. As she plodded along in her gumboots: Through the mud and sloshy mires of the bush track. She wanted to be there: Receive the beauty. And as she felt:

Turning Season. A heart absorbing the light. With bright and muted autumn reds: Deep browns and golden tans: Come to rest. In a tiny nest. A haven of solitude. And peace. ~Ally. Even as I'm decluttering

At this time of turning: I find joy in all the colors of Autumn. Today: I raked leaves: Mulch for my garden. The branches of the trees: Almost bare. The air: Crisp and cold. The sky: Blue. Spirit warm.

Magic Happens: I can fly over mountains: I am soothed by the velvety night sky. The stars: Distance between us is just a breath away. Ally. The Dolphin Within: Awakening Human Potential. At the time of

Tangerine. Flames the gentle heart. For so long she has not known of her nobleness. Opening to the energy of the Seed of Life. She will draw upon its strength. To stand on her own Two feet. ~Ally. After

Even if you never have The chance to see or touch the ocean: The ocean touches you with every breath you take: Every drop of water you drink, every bite you consume. Everyone, everywhere is inextricably

I will be fearless In choosing to follow my heart Wherever it chooses to lead me on this life's journey. ~@Sunscape: TarotTuesday. Meditate on your options and see where your spirit guides you. ~@Sunscape: