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Welcome to this pictorial blog in which I share the process of creating the brass Unicorn token that the first degree journey women are gifted at their graduation. Originally, I created a mould from wax, but this year I was able to use a previous token as the mould, pressing it into the clay as pictured below:

The next step is to pour the molten brass into the funnel created in the clay. I use more metal than is needed so that the weight will push the metal into the mould. There are also 4 air vents in place. I am using my own scrap brass here - meaning that I have a good collection of scrap from mostly using 1mm thick sheet metal (silver, brass and copper) and saw piercing out the metal I need, so I have those scrap pieces. Heating the metal here you can see a lovely shiny puddle developing which I will keep moving in the crucible and then I will heat the side that it will pour out and tip quickly into the...

I’ve been navigating some fairly heavy grief these last few moons. My emotional, mental and
physical realms have been in overdrive! It has required a next level kind of holding for myself, as
I swim through my internal landscape of Loss; Pain; and Grief. Holding that this too shall pass;
and that the only way out, is through feeling it all.

The Fallout

In reflection I remember this time two years ago, when everything I valued and loved fell out of my life:

My home
My job
My children
My beloved man

I chose to accept the situation I found myself in and trusted that there was meaning behind my
loss. This gave me the strength to begin on the road towards rebuilding and creating a life that felt more substantial, desirable and aligned. All the while, avoiding the immense pain I felt inside from having to lose so much, all at once, to do it.

A Mentor Manifests...

During a recent group chat with a mentor, who opened up our wisdom call by speaking to the
grief he...

An Introduction

Tarot’s origins trace back to 15th-century Europe, specifically in Italy, where it was initially created as a card game known as “tarocchi”. By the 18th century, Tarot cards began to be associated with esoteric practices, which linked the cards to ancient Egyptian mysteries and deeper spiritual symbolism. It was during this time that Tarot evolved into a tool for divination and self-reflection, as most of us know it today.

As Tarot became more widely used for fortune-telling and spiritual exploration, it began to be associated with witchcraft and the occult. This association between Tarot and witchcraft contributed to the negative reputation Tarot gained in certain societies, where it was feared and misunderstood. Like other esoteric practices, Tarot was seen as a threat to religious authority, leading to its association with “forbidden knowledge” and sorcery. This created an enduring stigma that lasted well into the modern era, with...

The past 6 years have been immense! How did I get here?! Why am I here?! The great cycle of life. The weaving of the threads. The movement of the planets. And the atoms. Merkabah. Lemniscate. Life force. Soul weavings. Journeys within and without. Physical existence. Our beautiful garden of Eden, Mother Earth. Gaia. Oceans. Whales!

Truth & Untruth

Making sense of it all! Is that possible? Descend. Immerse into the body. Into the soma of the situation. The truth of our senses. Being human. Being a part of it. Sovereignty. There are things that have anchored me whilst exploring these realms. Making discoveries that drop in and help to make sense of it all. Surrounded always by signs and omens! A love of astrology has helped. Matched by a deep sense of connection and thankfully grace.

Lilith, Saturn and Dear Neptune

The grand theme of seemingly opposing forces in my astrology placements. This has only really come into my awareness in...

Huntress Weavings: Kundalini, Light Language, Soul Codes

The wind is cold and icy, filling my body with goosebumps and the feeling of wanting to escape. Escape to a place with delicious sun, warming foods, and hand knitted blankets.  

The waves are wild and grey with huge froths that fill the shoreline. The sand flies across the beach hitting my body like tiny pieces of sandpaper, as the tree branches gallop like horses, bounding and bouncing with the wind. 

She has arrived. The early spring winds are here. 

With icy cold hands, wind swept hair, dry lips and freezing feet I type on the keypad. I wonder if I should return home to a warmer space, but the outdoors, the chill, the wind, the sounds, are calling me. 

This month we have been journeying with the Huntress. She reminds us to have the courage to initiate. That we know how to act instinctively and find our own path. I hear her whispers through the sounds around me, through the movement of the trees...

Within just a few days after this New Moon a bunch of courageous Amazonian Arts sisters will come together to sit in sacred ceremony. The ceremony ground is nestled within the most stunning natural environment amongst ancient giant Grass Trees, beautiful Banksias, scented Tea Trees and an mighty gnarly Gum Tree, that feels like the guardian of this hollowed ground. The ceremony will call us to descend into the dark womb of Mother Earth to die a little death and be reborn a truer version of ourselves.

What is it that will die in this process?

Since incarnating into our human existence in our mother’s womb, we start a process of armouring ourselves with stories and believes, that in our egoic mind start replacing the essence of who we truly are. Each story or belief that our ego holds about ourselves has become a reality that can hold us back from feeling truly alive, knowing that there must be more to life, than surviving in the rat...

Winter has arrived

As the last tangerine blush of the sun settles itself to sleep for the night, I note that it is only 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Observing nature and the seasons has been a delightful experience for me. The four seasons are truly experienced here where I live, and it makes me ponder the true meaning of winter in our lives. For a number of months (at times up to 9 months) I experience sub zero temperatures most nights, and cool, windy days that force one to wear layers upon layers to keep warm. I look out my window each morning and a thick, icy frost covers the grass, bejewelling each blade as if it were a crystalline fairy meadow. We dash out to our cars to drive to work and spend at least 15 minutes defrosting the windscreen, fingertips struggling to keep any sensation in them. The gardens do not grow. The flowers do not bloom. The trees have dropped their leaves, forming harsh skeletons, poking out from the earth. We light our fires. We turn on our heaters. We...

• Are you longing for some time out, time for you, time to breathe deeply, time to relax, time to reflect, time to live?
• How tense is your body without you even knowing it?

I just had a massage, and it was as if the massage therapist drove over a really badly patched road full of potholes where some haven’t been patched yet. Only then did I truly realise how much I neglect my body and am focused 'out there' to function well, to fulfill the duties of a responsible mum, of a reliable worker, of a good daughter, of a friend who´s thinking of you, of a modern women who´s educated on the world happenings, of a rat race slave to this construct in which we live in ... Better to the point, where we survive the matrix, until the machine breaks down or hopefully the machine only malfunctions and one stops for the little moment required to see what on earth is going on. Survive! Is that all there truly is about this life on this planet...

I’ve always been a loner and never grew up being part of a group, not even girl guides or a sports team. Not only did I always feel different and not quite ‘vibe’ with others, but I also knew that I’d move on soon, therefore there was no real point in belonging.

Back in Melbourne in 2006 I did create a successful artist group for mothers only. The group is called Thou Art Mum, which is still going strong to this day, but even then, I still kept my ‘true self’ and ‘woo-woo’ thoughts hidden from others. I had trust issues, I never felt that I could truly be myself with others just in case later down the track my openness would be used against me.

The Difficult Year of 2023

Then 2023 came around, which turned out to be an incredibly heartbreaking and stressful year for me, in which my past fears about having loved ones use friendship and personal connections against me were coming true… My nightmare had finally become my...

Menarche and coming of Age

At the end of last year, I felt called to bring mothers in my direct community, who had maidens coming of age, into a circle to discuss what they had planned for their daughter's menarche. There were a few reasons I felt pulled to do this. Firstly, to see as a community/collective if we could celebrate and empower our girls as they became women. Secondly, to see what I could learn about rites of passage and the coming of age. And thirdly, if I could assist in making the experience sacred. I had a slight tug that I should run a 2024 year-long program for my daughter who is approaching menarche and her friends, and I wanted to share my learnings with other girls her age. I have seen friends leave the ‘period talk’ and sex education up to their schools and did not want this for my daughter even though I know her teacher is wonderful.

What happens at a girls first menstruation is very important and can affect her for years to come,...