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Black swan and cygnet Sydney Park wetlands
photo courtesy of Richard Whitfield
such peaceful and elegant beauty

gift giving in the Age of Coronavirus

Posted: March 26, 2020 by Mo Crow in friends, It's Crow Time

wondering what to give a very good friend for his birthday today
thought about a box of fancy handmade chocolates from the local chocolaterie
or perhaps a yummy Italian cake from the patisserie down the road
but then the light bulb came on
what’s the rarest thing to find in these strange days?
he was on a conference call working from home so I had to leave it on the doorstep with a text message
he just rang back to thank us for the generous gift & that he would think about us every time he uses it
I said that really wasn’t necessary…

A Traveller’s Talisman for my beautiful Piscean friend Trudy
turquoise bead brought back from Nepal by Jo New (RIP) when she walked the Mustang Trek in 2008
vintage ceramic, glass, brass and turquoise beads, red linen & silk threads
Trudy is the most stylish, elegant, big hearted woman I know
Here’s links to her Fishy Necklace and modelling Reaching for the Stars

We caught the train up to the Blue Mountains to see Flora Sensa and Captured by Silk Threads at Braemar Gallery in Springwood, then Cathy shouted a fabulous lunch at the Norman Lindsay Gallery followed by a delightful bush walk round the edge of the property
thank you beautiful friend!

Yesterday I posted this feathered felted sea urchin pod with a powerful obsidian and an antique parchment star to a dear friend diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer late last year to help with the surgery next month and follow up radiant rays
the obsidian was given to me by a crystal healer back in 2005 for deep spirit healing, love how it fit so purrfectly into the pod

a sprig of Hydrangea in a tiny bud vase from Fire Bird Beads
with stones gathered by Bronwyn Berman in her travels this year
shifting focus changing the point of view letting the old year go
just finished reading Terry Tempest William’s “When Women Were Birds”
this line “I am a woman with wings dancing with other women with wings” from page 129 resonated deeply
we are singing love and hope and healing into our beautiful broken world

a dear friend rang yesterday with the news that she was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer back in October, she’s had 2 months of weekly doses of chemo with another 2 months of chemo once every 3 weeks until early February when her breast will be removed surgically followed by the radiant rays.
I cut out a tiny heart from the piece of the 1895 pink kid leather Jane Milliken sent with her talisman stitched with her fine madder and indigo dyed thread and two budgerigar feathers
then filled this little sea urchin pod I stitched earlier in the year with a pink galah feather, a sprig of lavender, Cecil Brunner rosebud, Honesty seed and a Cat’s Eye shell for her to hold onto and ordered a copy of You Can Conquer Cancer by Ian Gawler, a spirit wise book that helped me 14 years ago with getting through the treatment for throat cancer.
White Light and Lots of Love
Be Strong my beautiful inspiring friend, we need you on the planet!

A walk through time in Camperdown Cemetery

Posted: September 9, 2018 by Mo Crow in friends, It's Crow Time

yesterday we walked back through time at Camperdown Cemetery for History Week
in the 1940’s all but 4 acres of the cemetery were given over as a public park, the bones of the dead are still there but the old headstones were removed to line the inside of the walls that were built to separate the parkland from the cemetery
Some of the most prominent and remarkable features of the site are not tombs or gravestones but an odd assortment of objects, mostly architectural, that were saved from destruction and placed in the cemetery. This is the detached pediment of a building with a carved ship ploughing through the waves. It is part of the old Maritime Services Building, (c.1850) placed in the cemetery as a memorial to seamen.
(above photos courtesy of Donna Hinchcliff 2018)
here’s some photos taken on a foggy autumn morning in 2010 when I tried to catch the atmosphere
love the old Chinese elms the way they have self sown through the old graves
a quiet place for contemplation
wreathed in mystery
and wonder
with beautiful views
the fabulous fig planted in 1848 at the front gates
photo courtesy of Gabrielle Bates 2018

crook as Rookwood

Posted: August 6, 2018 by Mo Crow in friends, It's Crow Time
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Old Man Crow and I are both crook as Rookwood (a cemetery in Sydney)
these photos are of a magical gathering of crows at Waverley Cemetery  back in 2006
a fantastic view from the clifftops
love the way the crows seemed to pose just for us
totemic beings
x fingers we’ll start feeling better soon!
NB feeling crook is Aussie slang for feeling sick with a dreadful lurgy
& can also mean getting a scolding as in “my Mum went crook at me” which totally confounded me in a grammar test when I first went to school in Melbourne back in 1969 (nearly 50 years ago!)

the good news is the framer did a great job framing Beauty
for All is [not] Black & White at Artsite
but I was way too out of it at the opening on Sunday to get any decent photos
this beautiful thank you card and clay scrolls mounted on a piece of Silky Oak
just arrived in the mail from Fiona Dempster of Paper Ponderings
with such good timing my beautiful friend!

Fly Free Jo Fire Singer Star Woman

Posted: June 25, 2018 by Mo Crow in friends, It's Crow Time

A Candle by Mo“One candle gives light to another without itself ceasing to burn. The light which has been given to us burns all the brighter for being offered to others”
words found in an old church in England by my friend Jo New
Jo and I met in a shamanic Act of Power course back in 2004
a brilliant photographer, poet and healer
Jo Fire Singer
Star Woman

beautiful friend, wife, mother and grandmother with such a huge heart
Fly Free!
August 28th 1945 – June 21st 2018star drum made by Jo New 2005