Ajna’s Gift

She comes with gifts.

As the grasses weave around your ankles and the soft bull rushes stroke your skin, let the roots of a tree curl around you like a bear cub.  Hear your animal body calling you home to listen as the world spins it’s stories.



The otherworldy creatures in this painting come bearing gifts; the pine cone and the shaft of wheat.   The pine cone can symbolise the pineal gland and with it the gifts we discover if we develop our imaginative minds to become rich and fertile, whilst the wheat shaft a place where our creative abundance can be conceived.

As we step outside we can reflect our own imaginations within the natural world around us.  We can stare at clouds and see Cumulus, cirrus or stratus but stare a little more, blur our eyes perhaps and we may see a great lion blowing across the skies or an Eastern temple strewn across the sunset.

Staring at a ragged rock face we can trace a face cast across the ancient lines and grooves. Most children can understand this playfulness – they can happily see the dragon’s lair, the old crone’s hut and the wolf’s footprints as they steal across the path. By letting the stories of these places live and dance within us, we may hear the whispers in the woods which will guide us towards the crumbling cottage, the one with a crackling fire and a stewing mug of tea, which has been there waiting for us all along.

Fishing the deep

” In the wiry depths of the tangled sea. The fisherman’s line tumbled through cool vast echoes of solitude.”

As we find ourselves currently in a time of collective descent, a time of unknowing where our futures are no longer predictable, the life that we may have planned for ourselves is no longer certain. Although I have never experienced a transition collectively in this way I have known what it is like to find myself lost in the forest without knowing the way home. These moments in my life have often been accompanied with times of illness, death of loved ones or when my nicely planned ideas have been thrown up into the air and tumbled like rocks across my path.

It has always been dreams that have helped me connect and find some kind of comprehension during these heightened times.

Like a boat crossing the waters of our unconscious, we are fisherfolk casting our lines out.  Our dreams can bring glimpses of the creatures and treasure from our depths that can help inspire and enrich our lives, and guide us on our own unique path.

I would love to offer others a chance to connect further with their dreams during this unpredictable time as I believe listening to our dreams and inner worlds can help guide our paths through the solitudes of night using the images as a beacon to lighten the way.

I am now offering one to one sessions to sessions to anyone who would like help decoding, understanding or connecting deeper to their own dream language.

All you will need is to have a chosen dream you have written down after waking.

These sessions would be an hour long and by suggested (£10-25) donation.

Please do email me or follow the link to my website if you have any questions or would like further information.


“How shall I begin my song
In the blue night that is setting”
OWL WOMAN Translated by Frances Densmore