tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post4135911082018712530..comments2024-03-20T10:17:53.388+01:00Comments on tales from the birdhut: earth mother continued, not yet finished!Saskiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10974723368542754165noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post-11770553882047653132013-06-01T17:36:44.092+02:002013-06-01T17:36:44.092+02:00finally I have time to answer your comments:
Dee: ...finally I have time to answer your comments:<br />Dee: you gasped, that is a good sign, I did too (I'm amazed at times at what happens in/from my hands)<br />Marti: my thoughts about who I am shift a lot; yes, nurturing oneself is very important<br />Grace: please do share what you see, now I see the butterfy and chalice too and for me this adds another layer, something I wasn't aware of making it more interesting to me.<br />Patricia: having this gift of life is such an honour I feelSaskiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10974723368542754165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post-13981239438538456662013-06-01T13:40:17.391+02:002013-06-01T13:40:17.391+02:00true to the bonetrue to the bonepatriciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03044885094876093512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post-67191075345086185182013-06-01T00:55:32.009+02:002013-06-01T00:55:32.009+02:00ok...i'm going to say it.
i like to avoid sayi...ok...i'm going to say it.<br />i like to avoid saying what i see<br />in other peoples work...<br />but it keeps coming.<br />under Her Right foot a butterfly<br />Her Left a chalice, maybe in<br />the shape too of an hourglass...<br />but a chalice, NOT an hourglass.<br />she is so more beautiful every day<br />i come back to visit her.grace Forrest~Maestashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15853978388902544613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post-83743299855552787352013-05-30T23:49:16.613+02:002013-05-30T23:49:16.613+02:00she reminds me of how at one point
in time i wante...she reminds me of how at one point<br />in time i wanted to be a midwife.grace Forrest~Maestashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15853978388902544613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post-8881378471690164432013-05-30T20:30:18.142+02:002013-05-30T20:30:18.142+02:00Who i am is the nurturer and when I become the emp...Who i am is the nurturer and when I become the empty vessel, then I will nurture myself: What a a powerful cloth Saskia: I sit here just absorbing; so tribal in its bearing, so universal in its theme of birth, so significant and your words, equally compelling, telling the story of woman...Martihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01305881181604750937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post-20503975717527168382013-05-30T19:01:43.064+02:002013-05-30T19:01:43.064+02:00I almost gasped to see the baby curled up there re...I almost gasped to see the baby curled up there ready to be born. So lovely... partly because of its contrast to the muted mother, partly because of what it is (he is?),... wonderful musing on birth.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post-79159191676441433152013-05-30T19:01:40.525+02:002013-05-30T19:01:40.525+02:00I almost gasped to see the baby curled up there re...I almost gasped to see the baby curled up there ready to be born. So lovely... partly because of its contrast to the muted mother, partly because of what it is (he is?),... wonderful musing on birth.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com