beyond imperfection..

Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect.
It means that you have decided to look beyond the imperfections.

~ Author Unknown ~

Normality resumed!

Hello on this fine misty Day.. twas beautiful waking up first thing and seeing the mist slowly creeping down the mountain side : )

Today I feel a normality (of sorts) is thankfully resumed!
It seems that after the last new moon and during the Autumnal equinox, I have been feeling very strange indeed… fluey but with none of the usual cold symptoms of sore throat etc, just the achy swollen glandy tiredness and a depressed flatness! Sooo have either had a viral infection of sorts, or perhaps it’s to do with the Earths shifting energies and a conscious letting go over the equinox period, that’s caused those detoxifying kind of feelings! Changing with the Season, falling leaves being released along with the release of some old emotions that were clinging to the shadows within ; )

Other than minimal chores and the enjoyable reading of some of your lovely blogs I’ve done very little.. I have slept loads this past week and feel so much better for it.
Funnily… I received a gift of a bright bunch of lavender at the beginning of last week.. divine smells and full of relaxing sleep inducing goodness ♥




Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

~William Shakespeare



..have been feeling more refreshed over the weekend, and made a few cards for some family birthdays, and one for my Misi shop...

Dragonflies..


a little closer..




Also finished off another little handmade rug I had on the go… will post some pics when I get some taken!


a few pics of the evening sky taken on the 22nd over the Autumnal Equinox…

Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
~ Jimi Hendrix

The Whispering Moon

During the night we encountered this months New Moon ♥
Do you feel her subtle effects?
I love this moon phase… the dark moon and the transition leading to her beginnings, a time to sit and reflect....... to realise and let go of any old unwanted ways/habits, negative thoughts/feelings.. and set intentions to bring in and embrace the positive life energies of a new cycle.

Enjoy the Moons growth to fullness...

Soon as the evening shades prevail

The moon takes up the wondrous tale

And nightly to the listening earth

Repeats the story of her birth

~ Joseph Addison

Grounded...

If you can't go somewhere..
Move in the passageways of the self.
They are like shafts of light,
always changing. And you change
when you explore them.

~ Jalaluddin Rumi

Twins - a parable

Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived.

Weeks passed and the twins developed. As their awareness grew, they laughed for joy: "Isn't it great that we were conceived? Isn't it great to be alive? "

Together the twins explored their worlds. When they found their mother's cord that gave them life, they sang for joy! "How great our mother's love is, that she shares her own life with us!"

As weeks stretched into months, the twins noticed how much each was changing.

"What does it mean?" one asked.

"It means our stay in this world is drawing to an end." said the other.

"But I don't want to go," said one. "I want to stay here always."

"We have no choice," said the other. "But maybe there is life after birth."

"But how can there be?" responded one. "We will shed our life cord and how can life be possible without it? Besides, we have seen evidence that others were here before us, and none of them has returned to tell us there is life after birth. No, this is the end. Maybe there is no mother after all."

"But there has to be," protested the other. "How else did we get here? How do we remain alive?"

"Have you ever seen our mother?" said one.

"Maybe she only lives in our minds. Maybe we made her up because the idea made us feel good."

So the last days in the womb were filled with deep questioning and fear.

Finally, the moment of birth arrived. When the twins had passed from their world, they opened their eyes and cried for joy ~ for what they saw exceeded their fondest dreams.

That is birth ... and that is death.


~Author Unknown~

GreenWhisper Shop at Misi

Hello, I hope you're all enjoying a beautiful sunny day... it feels like Summer again!

Just a quick post to shamelessly plug my little GreenWhisper Shop at Misi.

I've finally got round to listing some of my handmade cards.. just a few for now! It's so very easy to navigate your way around, but I must admit, that after a very early start this morning and an afternoon messing about on the PC, I'm now feeling a bit brain drained, so in need some computer free time.. a nice stroll by the sea should do it..... that sandy salt air is calling me :)


Have a lovely evening.........

To be...

'To be yourself in a world that is constantly
trying to make you something else
is the greatest accomplishment.'

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Gift of Insults

Near Tokyo lived a great Samurai warrior, now old, who decided to teach Zen Buddhism to young people. In spite of his age, the legend was that he could defeat any adversary.

One afternoon, a warrior, known for his complete lack of scruples, arrived there. He was famous for using techniques of provocation.. he waited until his adversary made the first move and, being gifted with an enviable intelligence in order to repair any mistakes made, he counterattacked with fulminating speed.

The young and impatient warrior had never lost a fight. Hearing of the Samurai's reputation, he had come to defeat him, and increase his fame.

All the students were against the idea, but the old man accepted the challenge.

All gathered on the town square, and the young man started insulting the old master. He threw a few rocks in his direction, spat in his face, shouted every insult under the sun ~ he even insulted his ancestors. For hours, he did everything to provoke him, but the old man remained impassive. At the end of the afternoon, by now feeling exhausted and humiliated, the impetuous warrior left.

Disappointed by the fact that the master had received so many insults and provocations, the students asked ~

How could you bear such indignity? Why didn't you use your sword, even knowing you might lose the fight, instead of displaying your cowardice in front of us all?

~ 'If someone comes to you with a gift, and you do not accept it, who does the gift belong to?' ~ asked the Samurai.

~ 'He who tried to deliver it' ~ replied one of his disciples.

~ 'The same goes for envy, anger and insults' ~ said the master.

~ 'When they are not accepted, they continue to belong to the one who carried them.'

Another Little Handmade Rug.....

just like the other one.. well almost! It's made the same way, i've just used some different pieces of recycled fabrics for the stripes and edging. These wee rugs are much nicer off camera than on.. well I think so anyway...

They are great as little bedside rugs, simple to make, and free if you've already got the bits n pieces to make them, or very cheap if you pick up stuff from charity shops.. and they feel lovely and cosy on the toes when first stepping out of bed in the morning!

So cosy, my other half wanted to know where his was : )

here it is.....

construction..


stripes added..


lining tacked on..

and after adding a bottom layer of bright pink towel underneath..

finally edging in place.. ready to be...

all sewn up..

and finished...

There's such a nice satisfied feeling from making something useful from something no longer in use.. an eco rug, a whisper of green and done with pleasure :)

Wildflower...

May your life be like a wildflower, growing freely in the beauty and joy of each day.

~ Native American Proverb