Although it is late summer over here in Oz there is some ancestral part of me that remains connected to the seasons in the northern hemisphere – even after all these generations of Australian born family.
So here I am – betwixt and between seasonal cycles and bio-rhythms.
Seeds within me cry for nurture, for nourishment – the seeds of new dreams – the seeds of ideas – the seeds of creative expression.
The shaman drums
the seeds of new ideas
spring to mind
collage made with National Geographic photos