Maggie has gone a bit raggedy as she transitions.
We can relate, yes? Yet, I am thinking, this kind of thing is not always as obvious to others. How we deal with change. We are capable of hiding and disguising such things... I have been considering how much energy we put into that. And why.
She is out there, unlike other trees, she holds on to the whole process, standing there with frost bitten buds, full blossoms, fading blossoms and new leaves. All at once, well into May, as if to say, this, this is my story. When I first met her I thought she was not ok. Now I simply appreciate the beauty in how it is she just goes. And then suddenly when the weather is off or too extreme, she will do it again.
Yesterday,
a Storm Cloud Self emerged.
I have used these megamendung storm cloud in my work for so long. I think maybe it's time to add them to my glossary and perhaps define them in terms of my Spirit Cloth Language.
Storm clouds are often associated with trouble and bad omens but I think perhaps
I would like to modify that with more of a sense of turbulence/change.
Linked to my sense of storm and cloud and change.
This morning she needed more lift.
The poetry in life’s moments sleeps gently in the chaos of change…
chaos is a soup and we all know how nutritious it can be…
Reading this page, the beautiful magnolia, your amazing work and how it evolves so meaningfully, the profound words and the comments, have resonated deeply with me this morning. Thank you for all you so generously share.
and thank you for being part of the sharing back… taking the time to say is generous too.
Clouds, always changing form…
maybe we rely on them for that…
Hi Jude, Today I am enjoying your thoughts on change. My husband and I are going through a big change; until we got to where we are now, I thought it would have an end. But no…..for now, and however long it stretches, it is moving along and us with it. Accepting all this changing movement and living each day with it seems important and surprising all at the same time. We can learn from your tree and ALL of nature. I am so grateful for that.
the thing is, we can do it…
Thank you so much for the definition of megamendung, teaching me after all of this time of watching. And the use of this beloved cloth, pattern as a self…feels new to me…and yet, so “of course” at the same time. The addition of wings to storm…inspired.
I love her.
I love you.
I did a post about it way way way back, couldn’t even find it. ha!
she really needed the extra lift…
She looks like a thinking cat; pondering the choices.
There’s two kinds of change; one you can do something about and one you can’t. I usually approach change by throwing a hissy fit which gradually morphs into either doing something about it or acceptance. Old age is bringing about more that I can’t do anything about; gracefully learning acceptance is a bitch.
but you can do something about the changes out of your control by accepting them, that changes everything…
I have a healthy respect for storms. They are larger than I. My folks would tell me as a child that angels bowling made the large booming noise. Didn’t buy it then, and, don’t buy it now! Perhaps she needed lift after firmly digging her heels in her place.
we are really quite small…
I’m grateful for “sempathetic evolution.”
makes going useful somehow
Your daily expressions calm and feed my soul…sort of a morning meditation. You give of yourself so openly. You give me pause to reflect on the words you choose that take me down the rabbit hole of my own being that gives me peaceful rest. ❤️ You are a true artist. Thank you for giving.
Storms remind me that I’m alive.
And I needed a good one.
Good morning, Jude. I was writing this morning about how Gardens (and, really, all of Nature) are such wonderful teachers, advisors. One of their greatest lessons is about accepting—and feeling comfortable with—Change.
I love Maggie. She gets it…and who can resist a Storm Cloud!
Yes, so lucky to be surrounded by so many teachers!
I love all of this 🙏❤️🌸
I’m think how that gets me through a lot, loving all of it.
Her gesture there, is she beaconing? Or is it something more powerful, halt? Did she just flick her hand under her chin? The wings soften this idea. Hmmm…change, the kind that happens instantly like a turbulent storm or slowly like your Maggie tree. Much to consider.
It always interests me, how one form slides into another…
So easy to awfulize natural observations with climate crisis doom. The weird changes, etc. I like that you don’t do that here and yet you are not hiding from what is there.
yeah, I am concentrating more on the marvel of adaptation… I need some joy.
I wear a t-shirt that says:
“Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change”. I believe it’s a Stephen Hawking quote.
Yes, yes, yes.
I love seeing your beautiful artwork pieces – so very special and moving… and the colour added is a lovely reminder that not everything hs to be dark and hidden to some aspect!! Treasure!
Yes, I felt a hollowness but I realized it also gave her lift!
I adore clouds and yes stormclouds so much, I embrace them and love looking how they are racing in the sky and so well said it’s always chaning.
You’re a very wise öld”woman and I don’t want to hurt you by saying old. it’s only respect.gmail.com
By the way I changed something on a cloth today with a Jude idea. I needed to fix two ragged sides and I used your rag binding technique.
Thanks Jude.
P.s. After being very ill last year I really do dear to write things more honest. Excuses if my comment is too long.
As always, your story only adds to mine, ours. .🤎
The megamendung might be my most-loved form I learned about from you. May you never run out!
Yeah, keep finding scraps in the giant nothings basket…!
Embrace it – all the good things are on the other side of fear. These are facts that I try to live my life by. My husband died young – I’d still be in bed under the covers if I didn’t try to live by those words,
yes, make use of it. Thank you for sharing your journey.
Such a strong and beautiful comment. “,,,the other side of fear”, yes.
I’ll try. Thank you.
trying , at least for me, is all we really do… ❤️
Maggie mirrors the capability and miracle of holding it all … in her open arms. The endless blessings of the trees!
I love the storm cloud figure … “change a gonna come!”
Thank you.
the acceptance.
Unfortunately, by nature of our human-ness, we get to think, so I guess we should consider how to make that useful.
I love that storm clouds can represent change/shift…it has always been my experience too …and oh! The lifting wings!!!
Aren’t Japanese Magnolias just glorious in their ever-shifting moods?! 🩷
ever shifting is what it is. Thinking of Joni Mitchell.
You posting her name sent me down a one hour rabbit hole re- acquainting myself with her work.
Trees, fortunately, don’t have to worry themselves with doing what humans expect of them, thinking and feeling in a way that is acceptable to everyone else. Maybe that’s why we’re all better for being in the woods for a bit.
Absolutely…