Posts Tagged ‘magic’

exploring Do Ho Suh’s sublimely transporting passages at the MCA
photo by Richard Whitfield

Muffin the magic black cat giving me lessons in the Zen of waiting for a month in the city

settlement has been delayed on Dunmovin, the old lady in the nursing home who owned the house died early this month so her estate has to go through probate before I can move in which will take at least 3 to 6 months (or more) to get through the courts

yesterday I hung my 2023 Moon Calendar in the studio here at Hat Hill Road

I don’t have to pack up any time soon so there’s lots of time to ride Free my fabulous electric bicycle

& go bushwalking in these beautiful Blue Mountains

slowly stitching the edge of the long cloth of grief and wonder with red silk

the long cloth is from Japan, indigo dyed, handwoven hemp with the most beautiful hand

Old Man Crow is here with me in spirit, I have been seeing double ever since he died. On New Year’s Eve I realized that this is happening because I am seeing with his spirit eyes as well as my physical eyes so I am learning how to bring these two ways of seeing into focus. I always manifest my metaphors literally, that’s what being an artist is!

photograph courtesy Gab Bates December 2020

It’s a year since Old Man Crow left the stage, the saddest most magical year of my life.

“Poet Kahlil Gibran said, “The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”
from The Geometry of Sorrow interview with Francis Weller

It was love at first sight!

Posted: December 19, 2022 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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Two weeks ago I rode my bike up to look at this place and knew I had come home!

this old row boat in the back garden stole my heart

the sailing ship window in the kitchen with the back deck and garden reflected in the glass
the stars aligned and Dunmovin is mine !

will be taking some time out now to catsit my ex next door neighbour’s little black cat Muffin down in the city for a month
With Best Wishes for 2023!

Spring Equinox

Posted: September 24, 2022 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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To celebrate the Spring Equinox I went for a bushwalk with the mist obscuring and revealing the gateways to the liminal spaces in between, love this glimpse of Horseshoe Falls veiled in cloud.

the quiet peace of snow

Posted: August 24, 2022 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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the quiet peace of snow with a Peace Weathergram for the International Day of Peace on September 21st
from Barry and Fiona of Deckled Edge Press
last night’s snow in the dawn light
the guard dragon was finding it hard to see for the snow in his eyes!
out the back
on the fenceline
out the front on my way to the Wednesday morning Tai Chi class
home again the sun is out and the snow is melting fast on this Magic Day

Magical Man

Posted: August 4, 2022 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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with thanks to Barry Ferrier, Pierre Luniere and John Kaldor for making Fairfarren a great send off for Old Man Crow

Cliff Top Walk

Posted: June 7, 2022 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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Today is Old Man Crow’s birthday so I walked with his spirit along the Cliff Top Walk
between Govetts Leap and Evans Lookout

looking down into the Grose Valley

hat off at Bridal Veil Falls where Cathy and I scattered his ashes a few weeks ago

Bridal Veil Falls

weathered sandstone stairs marked by time with all the footsteps

the trail beckons

view near Evans Lookout
feeling so blessed to have the time & space to explore these beautiful mountains!

Barry Ferrier is a champion, here’s the songs he has edited so far from the Fairfarren opening at Artsite Contemporary when he played with Pierre Luniere and John Kaldor in honour of Rod Crow aka Roderick Morgan aka Old Man Crow (1947-2022)

Barry Ferrier edited an old tape of Cammie Lindon singing Candlelight with harmonies & guitars by Roderick & Barry. A beautiful tribute to three very special people who are no longer with us, thank you Barry.

yesterday Cathy and I walked to the headwaters of Bridal Veil Falls to scatter Rod’s ashes

ancient stone along the track to the falls

Cathy scattering an envelope of Rod’s ashes

the headwaters of the falls

go all the way down to the Blue Gum Forest

Blue Gum Forest

the Grose Valley

dragonfly leading the way