Explorations Into Liminality
“and there came an arm and a hand above the water and met it and caught it, and so shook it thrice and brandished it, and then vanished away the hand with the sword in the water.”

Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Play of Light

Water Though Frozen by Mermaiden Creations

Our nature does not change by will
In the winter, 'round the ruined mill
The creek is lying, flat and still
It is water though it's frozen
~Joanna Newsom

I was drawn to the energy created by the play of light within stillness and created some earrings which capture what it was that intrigued me. 

You Remain Ageless by Mermaiden Creations

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Maiden. Mother. Crone.

I am she who has no name

and a thousand names.
I am the Virgin,and the unicorn
sleeps in my lap; the crescent moon
bends to my bowstring.
This is my sacred grove,
my maiden bower.
Here I hunt the deathless quarry,
Here I run the restless race,
Here you may glimpse my foot
and dance with my shadow.
Here you may dream.

I am she who has no face
and a thousand faces.
I am the Mother, and my belly
is big with the moon, live
with the fishes of the sea.
This is my grove, my sacred grove,
my birthing bed.
Here I ride the stag into dawn,
Here I blossom to the bee,
Here  you may drench yourself in my dew
and bathe in a fountain of milk.
Here you may drink.

I am she who has no secret
and a thousand secrets.
I am the Crone, and the snake
coils round my arm; the sickle moon
lies ready to hand.
This is my grove,my sacred grove,
my burial chamber.
Here I gather my harvest,
Here I draw down the darkness,
here you may seek me or seek to escape
and still find my gates.
Here you may die.

Invocation by Elizabeth Cunningham
Adornments by Mermaiden Creations