Friday, November 14, 2014

Sketching Seagulls, a story

Wooo Hooo! I just wrote a little sketching story! My first ever on Stellar! All about the day I went Sketching Seagulls by the sea. Love you to check it out and tell me what you think. Simply click the image below and turn the pages like a book.


Have you ever created a Steller story?

You can read all about how I did it and what happened next on my post creating a Steller story.

Click here to see the sketches I did that day.

other blog posts about birds:
seagulls by the sea
observing the birds
freedom to float
sketching sth Palm Beach
doodling birds
painting birds
sketching seagulls

Thursday, November 13, 2014

creating a Steller story

Title Page of my Steller story

Wow! Swoon! … you know that time when you fall in love … when life goes all dizzy and you see stars? Remember that? Well that's me right now with stars in my eyes for the Steller app I somehow stumbled on via Instagram. It's a big world out there with lots to love but somehow this app found me and right now … I'm in love! 

but let me backtrack ….

For some time now, I have been searching for a way to tell a stories, not stories that you find in a book, but my kind of stories. Stories that blend place, space, time and story. Stories that tell a tale of a place all of us might like to go to. Universal stories that speak the same language and can be shared with people all over the world.

How to do it, how to get them published, what mediums to use have all remained elusive … until now. We'll for the moment, now, because the online world changes so rapidly. Back in October 2012, I was invited to join Story Lane which was similar to Pinterest for stories. I did, but by March 2013 it was gone. I didn't loose any content because I simply re-wrote short intros to my blogposts. It was great way to meet and be seen by writerly people.

As you may know I started 420 Characters Short Story group on facebook back in 2010. It's still ticking along, but the stories are written in words. Since then, I've invited illustrators to post images, but still this still a bit clunky. Having done a Children's Illustration Course back in early 2012, I learnt a lot about the publishing industry, how it needs books to be either 24 or 36 pages. I also learnt how to frame the scenes in a story and some other things I have played with in a few small paper zines including the ones I gave away in my Free Art Friday. 

More recently, this year, I signed up for SBS Storytelling28 Days of Writing and A Year of FairyTales (although I'm very late to class!). I've also bought a bunch of books about sketching and illustration all in search for a way to express story as both image and meaning. My coffeeosophy is gaining a philosophical narrative, my poetry is flowing, I've played with my SandMan story on Instagram and I have lots more waiting to explore.

None of these mediums though, have enough depth for me to pull together all that I do, because I also love to photograph and film my Minutes by the Sea. At the moment, the best way I've found has been to create Blog stories, some of which you can read here, herehere and here. Once again it's a bit clunky and with the new technology moving to the palm of our hands, when I saw the Steller app, I dived in.

Steller allows you to mix text, image and moving image. None of these are restricted simply to informative or narrative, photography or video in their traditional sense and as a creative my mind is spinning with possibilities but I wont share them here or I might jinx them! Yes, I do believe in things like that.

So here is my little story set beside the sea. It's a compilation of my latest Sketching Seagull's blogpost with a narrative twist. I really enjoyed writing, creating and putting it all together, not to mention the time out sketching. I do hope you enjoy reading it. Simply click on the image below and then swipe the arrows as if turning the pages of a book. You shouldn't need to download the app to see it, but if you do, it is free!


What did you think? Did you like it?

If you'd like to create your own Steller story, here is their video which might help.

Newsflash! … 24 hours later the news came in that my story made the Steller Top 20 Stories. I only shared it with my facebook friends. and now another day later, before I've even had time to tell those kind people who joined me sketching that Saturday via my Instagram, that I'd created a story, I'm madly trying to get this blog post together so I can tell them. I will say this is the one downside to the app, it's hard to share a story without a hyperlink. It's set up for easy sharing to Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest but not for Instagram and as a visual person that's not ideal.

A day later … and I get another email. My story is going to be published in the Stellerverse. I'm still not sure what that is, but it sure sounds good! This is exactly what I've been wanting, a platform that publishes across the globe without paper, that transmits moving, static images and words. Will it last? Will this be a one night stand? Will Steller last the test of time? I don't know, but is sure is fun! The rest as they say … will be history … stay tuned and I'll let you know how things work out.


Thanks, as always for dropping by, I really cant thank you enough for all the comments and words of encouragement I receive here and elsewhere online, it really does help creatives like me venture out and try new things. Here are a few other posts you might like. 

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Sketching seagulls by the sea

Friday afternoon a flock of seagulls gathered on the shore. I couldn't help wondering what they were thinking, cruising, gathering, happy in a flock. Some sitting, some ruffling their tail feathers enjoying the afternoon breeze.


Come Saturday and after swimming, I was joined by more gulls on another shore so I started photographing and filming. A few ducks also joined in.

I've filmed and photographed seagulls from this spot before … images that inspired doodles and paintings of birds, but this Saturday was a lovely day to sketch live via my Instagram, something I've also done in cafes, in the bush ... it's something I love to do.

A video posted by suzi poland (@suzipoland) on

It's not easy sketching birds, but is a lovely thing to do. So much character comes through and having everyone join in online, made it even more fun. Thanks if you were one of them.

Have you ever sketched "live", would you like to try? Would you like me to do it again? If so, be sure to follow my Instagram.

Thanks as always for flying by, always love having you visit my blog. 

POSTSCRIPT: See the story I created using the Steller app. 

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Sketching and Doodling wildflowers in Spring

Half a year ago, whilst doodling, my love of wildflowers came through. Since then, I've been waiting for Spring so I could spend more time back in the bush studying them, which is something I love to do at this time of year. Last year I sketched and filmed from one spot in the bush and then doodled flowers in spring. The year before, I photographed and later painted and wrote a blog series I called The Beauty of the Bush. The year before that I photographed all the blooms that I could.

This year, I've been besotted with white flowers and the details of the blooms. Their ephemeral beauty is not lost on me and the more I look, the more I see, but it's when I come to draw, paint or doodle later, that I realise there is so much more than meets the eye, still so much I can learn.

Wedding Bush - Ricinocarpus pinifolius
This gentle, slightly fleshy flower, is one of my favourites. Around here these delicate shrubs appear scantily on the sandstone. They are not easy to photograph because of the space between the blooms.

photographing their yellow green and white. 

sketching them on in the bush in black ink.

doodling in blue ink in my new Lamy Joy pen. 

Pink Eriostemon - Eriostemon australasius 
I saw lots of these bushes abundant with flowers at Mugamurra Nature Reserve, which is only open a few weekends in August and September each year.

photographing the beautiful pink blooms

doodling in ink with planet earth behind. 

Coastal Tea Tree - Leptospermum Laevigatum 
These are easily spotted on walks around the coastal headlands, sometimes covered in bees.

sketching in graphite.

Mitrasacme - Mitrasacme polymorpha
The tiniest and sweetest white flower. I adore how they create a whimsical necklace beside the path.

capturing shadows as a way of seeing patterns, shapes and forms. 

sketching in graphite, finding how to draw white flowers on white.

Flannel Flowers - Actinotus helianthi
These are the most gorgeous blooms. As their name suggests, they are the texture of flannel which I doodled last year in graphite.

photographing their soft gently twisted forms. 

sketching in graphite.

doodling in ink. 

Now, as some of these blooms begin to fade, it's a matter of allowing all the observing and learning to infiltrate. Over the years, some people have suggested I pursue botanical art and whilst I love this seasonal practice, the meditation of photographing and sketching the flowers that bloom where I live and I admire the work of botanical artists, I've come to realise that it is not really me.

By playing and doodling, I have come to see that my art, my craft, my contribution, my gift, is to allow all this study to distill and let the flowers emerge into new forms. Maybe these new forms are meant to tell stories about the importance of preserving biodiversity on this planet like Sophie Munns does in her inspiring Homage to the Seed. Maybe they are meant to show ways we can bring our own environments into our art like Angie Lewin's beautiful printworks or Dana Kinter's artworks. I'm not really sure. Maybe it's about creating places that don't really exist, new worlds where everything is filled with fun and love as Amanda Clark does in her Earth Angel Art.

It's a brave step not being sure, surrendering and embracing the mystery. Turning up each year and seeing something new, allowing it to unfold, not knowing where it will go. Simply enjoying it for what it is, appreciating the opportunity to take time to connect with nature in this deeper way. Maybe it's about going with the flow and learning to trust, simply having gratitude for the magnitude of the beauty that surrounds us on this planet. Whatever it is, I am grateful and I hope you enjoy what is emerging.

doodling another nature heart. 

Do you like to sketch flowers where you live? Have you ever tried doodling them? What wildflowers do you love? Have you any ideas in response to reading this? Thanks as always, for taking the time to stop by, I'll keep you posted as to what happens next.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Play is a fun way to make art.

You might not be ready for this one, I certainly wasn't. It's still spring here and there are so many flowers I'd love to be sketching, but the weather is perfect for swimming and I love sketching at the beach especially on weekends when people are out and about. My art can never be "same old, same old", it has to evolve with me as I age and change, as life around me changes as well. 

Ages and stages in art as in life, so now seeing others use program's and apps to make art, I sit on the sidelines and think "How can I possibly keep up?!" I started out in the age of hand made, hand drawn and nothing will ever replace that for me as a means of self expression, but sometimes life aligns and the next step is simply to jump in! 

I'm not suggesting for a minute that I'm about to take up this form of art, but when the watercolour sketch on the page didn't quite match the background, I had to do something that blended the two together, because the scene was too good not to share. It then occurred to me to open that Drawing App which had been sitting on my phone for a while and start to play. 

It didn't take long and it was super fun. I don't have a stylus or fancy gizmo, I don't even know the App and all the things it can do. All I had were eight fingers and two thumb and all I did was the same as what I did earlier in the day on the page and began to play and colour my world in. Colour really is such an expressive aspect of art, capturing the emotions. Sunday serendipities were lining up for me and when I was done I laughed. I hope it makes you laugh or smile too! 

I'm not sure what else can transport us back to life as a child as quickly as art, but all I can say is when you find a thing that does, be sure to give it a go. Having fun is a great place to start to make art. Let go of expectations, let go of "supposed to's" of worrying about what it "should" look like and start playing, because …
play is a fun way to make art!

Here are a couple of other ways I've been playing in paint whilst at the beach. 


and a couple of little films in a new series "minutes between the flags" that's emerging.

If you'd like to see more of my beach sketching take a look at my 1000 words for Summer project. If you'd like to have fun making art through play email me about classes in Avalon over the summer. I am sure it's going to be lots of fun.

Now … let's play! 

Saturday, September 20, 2014

to Define Beauty - an Instagram collaboration

This is a story about a wonderful collaboration that happened last week when Instagram friends @ilsemarie1 and @chris49007 challenged each other to write a POEM to define BEAUTY and they invited us to join in. They also invited us to invite a friend.

I've watched others on Instagram tag and talk about each other, or simply hastag their works so they are added to collective galleries, but this was the first time I'd seen it between two people and the first time I felt I could join in. It's invitation for me to participate and create was irresistible.

After three attempts, I wrote a poem I was happy to share and then called on my online friends @jennydelfuego and @sandymairart to help me edit it. I am pretty new to writing poetry, certainly in such a public impromptu way, so it was lovely to have friends on hand who understood the medium, understand me and know my style.

Sandy, Jenny and I met doing an art ecourse back in 2012, but it wasn't until we got on Instagram and discovered it's Direct Messaging, that our creative friendship took off. We have developed a level of Trust, which is one of the key ingredients of collaboration, so much so, that Jenny and I caught up when she came to Sydney last year and Sandy and I catch up regularly on Skype and are in several art groups on Facebook.

Writing poetry has come to me with the more art I do. It usually comes whilst writing a blog inspired by one of my photographs or by sitting quietly with a view. This challenge was the other way around and as it was an Instagram challenge, I needed to find an image in order to post it. None of mine seemed to suit, so I decided to search Sandy and Jenny's Instagram accounts and found this image of Sandy's beautiful pink skies. Beautiful isn't it? ... and what's more, it matched my poem perfectly! In fact, it matched it so beautifully that when I read my poem again, I had a completely new visceral experience. I realised then that this is also what collaboration is about, it's when two come together to be more than one

I decided as well as asking Sandy's permission to use her photograph, I would ask her if she'd like to collaborate by finding a photograph of mine and writing a poem … to my delight, she did.

After swapping the introductory text and photographs by Email, we then spent some time watermarking them, making sure they would look the same. We knew we would have to post at the same time otherwise it wouldn't work because once you tag someone people pop over straight away and you need to have it all ready there waiting when they arrive.

With Sandy on Vancouver Island, Canada and I in Sydney, Australia, it wasn't easy. With the distance and time difference, it took several hours and two sleeps before we got everything organised including adapting the emoticons to our theme. It was a poetry collaboration about beauty after all, so it was nice to go slow, let the collaboration evolve in it's own poetic way, making it a beautiful experience as well.

We used What's App to communicate in the background whilst we worked on Instagram to get everything ready. Unfortunately there's no true preview on Instagram, so when it finally came to press publish and go live, it didn't look quite as it we had planned, but there was no turning back. We did it and it worked! We even had a little celebratory dance!

Here it is on Instagram and here's how it was meant to be:


She walked away, 
gently slowly, 
from what wasn't right, 
what wasn't her. 
There without light, 
without sight, 
she couldn't breathe in the air. 

Here, now, 
deep in her soul, 
she sleeps in a bed 
of her own making. 
A bed of her dreams, 
by her own innocence, 
surrounded by the scent 
of mystery and bliss, 
which stirs in her a dance 
that she brings to the world. 
A dance so graceful, 
so exquisite, 
that others are in awe. 
With it she brings peace, 
like an angel, 
who drifts through the air. 
Like a rainbow in the sky 
soaring on her wings, 
her spirit lifting you 
higher than high. 

Beauty is her name, 
magic is her game. 
Nothing will be the same, 
once she walks through your door. 

- s u z i . 2 0 1 4 - 

poem: @suzipoland 
photo: @sandymairart 

It has been a wonderful collaboration to be part of and this week @ilsemarie1 and @chris49007 are reposting everyone's poems. Please pop over and read all the works and see their beautiful photographs. It's lovely to see how many participated, many I've never met and many who've never written poetry before.

Meeting others who like to create this way is such a wonderful experience and it's opening up a whole new world for me. It really is the contemporary workspace. Have you ever done anything like this? If you haven't, I'd really encourage you to. It might take a lot to organise, especially doing it with another person or with others like we did, but it can be much more fun than doing it alone. 

Now please click here if you'd like to see Sandy's poem with my photograph.
Then read her story about the collaboration on her blog.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

late Winter Dreaming

Resurfacing after diving deep, 
I see in the rear vision where I have been.
It wasn't so clear whilst down below depths. 

Diving deep requires stamina, 
faith and a holding of breath. 
It also requires letting go. 

Returning with baskets full of insights 
gained whilst drifting in deep sea darkness, 
through the fog.

Spending time with beings and things 
people and places that fuse and infuse,
the imagined and the real.

Into one long voyage,
that really only needs to be taken, 
once in a lifetime. 

Here are a few scenes from the journey,
taken the first winter after my mother's passing.

. . .

long walks by the sea

visiting museums and galleries


looking up at light houses

sketching with others in the city

watching towers take on stories

reading "Signature of all Things"

finding treasure, sketching mum's sewing things

shifting through the sands of time

then, two sisters appear, floating in dreams

meandering, allowing ebbing and flow

taking time out to see what lies ahead

and finally seeing a heart in the sand.

It's been a special time and now as the wildflowers begin to emerge, 
there's a calling in my soul to return home from the sea. 
Although now I know the sea will never leave me. 

Hope you've enjoyed this year's Winter Dreaming Series of three posts

To see previous series click Winter Doodling and A Winter Blog Tale

Friday, June 20, 2014

mid Winter Dreaming

Tomorrow is the Solstice and around this time of year a special space opens up. For me this time of year is my Winter Dreaming, a special season of it's own in my creative life. I could easily fill it by complaining of the cold, wishing I was away somewhere warm, or busying myself with chores, but I don't.

Instead I go with it, I go with the flow, the slow, the deep blue hues and the sea breeze and I let it seep in, in under my skin. I let go of what bothers me, what frightens me and dive deep, settle, sink to the bottom of my own ocean of emotions of thoughts and distractions and there at the deepest point, I find the place where I am still. Where there's no further to go down, no deeper to be, things will not get darker, colder, this is the limit of me. Here in the depths I sense what I am capable of and each year I do this I build a resilience that holds me safe and lets me go at my pace, doing my thing, in my own creative way.

Like a tiny seed at the bottom of the ocean, this is the point where everything ends and everything begins. This for me is the real New Year. From here everything is up. Up to the light, up to the sun, up to the air. I find this process so fulfilling, so nourishing that I gain much strength and courage from it.

In my floating, sinking, I have moved away from drawing coffee in the coffee shops and started to sit beside the shore. Sometimes the same place, space, where I've sat sketching in my 1000 words for Summer. This time though, I'm not sketching the scene, I'm listening to the stories the scene has to tell. By sitting here and back in my studio at home, at my computer and by the books I've been reading, books like "A Gift from the Sea", I've been immersing myself in the flow.

As I said in my last Winter Dreaming post. "It's a surround sound experience." Maybe I am looking for a creative TerroirGenus loci, a sense of place, a certain "je ne sais quoi" yes, I'm not sure what I'm looking for but I'm sure I'll know it when I find it. Maybe it's an primal thing, to want to listen to the tales of the sea and the land, to bond with them and let my art convey something special.

At the start of June, I went to Joshua Yeldham's talk at Eramboo, a similar talk to this one in these two videos, Joshua Yeldham - Artist at Work part I and part 2. I know he senses the spirit of place and captures it in his beautiful drawings, paintings and sculpture.

Unlike Joshua I didn't grow up here, I grew up near Stonehenge, and have been lucky enough to travel to many sacred places both here and overseas and felt the power of the earth. I've felt connected to the sky as well. So when the Solstice comes, it's a time which connects me to this planet as a whole and I'm wondering if I am trying to tell a narrative or simply a series of images. What about the poetry winter brings out in me? How does it all fit together.

As I said, I try not to question and instead I go with it. What has been really special is the number of happy accidents, happening around me as I draw on the page and film or photograph by the sea. The day after drawing whales in the picture above, I spotted one just off Avalon Beach breaching several times, which is something I've never seen before. In the past I've spent time drawing whales from images in books but it was very special to see one whilst sketching.

Watching the videos again about Joshua's works I realise my works are very small, but it's a start. Maybe it's the subtraction, the carving, the negative space that I seek. Certainly the vibrations between the lines speak and in these doodles, these intuitive drawings, in my filming and photographs and in my poetry I am seeing and sensing a repetition that its comforting that gradually, slowly I am finding me. What I love and what is my gift to the world?

I'm not sure I've quite reach the bottom. Maybe there's a few more hemispheres to go! In the meantime happy accidents like filming this mermaid as she emerged from the sea on the iconic Bondi Beach, when whilst swooping on the film crew, this seagull swooped on me! Maybe all these things are simply a reminder that life and art are always connected.

Then again today, the day before the equinox, a pod of dolphins swam by. Up and down they frolicked close to shore as the rain began to pour. Then after the sun shower a rainbow appeared.

Magic really does happen! 

Happy Solstice!

This blog post is part of this year's Winter Dreaming Series of three posts
Winter Dreaming
Mid Winter Dreaming
Late Winter Dreaming

To see previous series click Winter Doodling and A Winter Blog Tale

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Winter Dreaming

I've been dreaming again, Winter Dreaming as I like to do at this time of year. This time when whales pass the coast. If I'm lucky I get to see them, playing, frolicking, splashing their tales about. I'm not always that lucky, but when I do, it's a chance to connect with a creature much bigger than me who likes to move slow and swim with the currents to and fro, seeking, taking only what it needs, nurturing its young. The giants of the oceans. That's what I love. 

In my dreaming, I've been filling my days feeding my soul in various ways. One way has been to watch the film Indie Kindred by the talented filmaker Jen Lee. It's a movie that calls to those creatives who work alone. Introverts not recluses who need space to hear themselves think, but who love to be part of something bigger than themselves, to connect with others. I really recommend it. Yes it's Vimeo on demand, but it's only the price of a big cup of chai, something I like to drink at this time of year.

I've also been reading Oak - The Nordic Journal full of poetic tales from a place much colder than here and buying new winter clothes! You see, for me, creativity is a surround sound kind of thing. It consumes me, I go with it.


Then a friend on facebook shared a great article about what's great about winter which I want to share with you here. As you know I try to create using the energy of the seasons and the phases of the moon. With my big 1000 words for Summer project half a year, a hemisphere away, it's time for me to rest, tune in and go slow. De-frag, de-saturate, turn in and hibernate. So playing, doodling in paint on the softest of papers is perfect for that. This weekend's long weekend also gave the time that I needed.

In addition to this I've been drawing intuitively in my sketchbook and playing in turning them into paintings. I am not sure yet where this is going, but that's not what this season is about. That comes later in Spring. Rest, rest and more rest, listening and dreaming. I know its getting hot where some of you are and that's good, but trust me, here where Summer seems to last half a year, any opportunity for Winter is a dream.

she dreams
the fish swim
she sleeps
the whale squeals
she listens
the fish chase
she smiles
the seaweed sways
she tosses
the waves roll in
she floats
the fish nibble
she giggles
the whale blows
she sighs
the night passes
she dreams
So after some rest and some dreaming, watching movies and reading, I've written a letter to My Kindred. I know she's out there. I know she may actually be a he, that maybe it's more than one, but that's not up to me. Here's what I wrote:
My Kindred, loves to hide in the shadows, she cannot show all for to do so would mean she would die, disappear in the vain attempt to appear. So instead My Kindred loves to smile in the street to those she greets and go about her day knowing that behind the scenes there’s a whole show going on, a dance, a theatrical performance of momentous scale that she is part of, that she is privy to, not because she’s entitled to, but because she has heard the call and chosen to show up.

Here, there, under her skin, hidden in her heart magic happens. Sparkles and listenings and insights which light up her eyes, her mind, her body, her soul, freshen her skin and drive her to do exceptional things, to give in extraordinary ways. Here, there, on her own stage, in the privacy of her own heart, she can hear the callings of her soul. Here, there, she’s not bothered by the titter-tat of the mundane, material world. Here, there, she shares with others from both worlds and worlds yet to come.
My Kindred loves to create, loves to play, loves to have absolutely no idea what she’s doing. Total freedom to explore, to embrace serendipity, synchronicity and spontaneity not in a way that surprises or frightens, but tantalizes and creates desire, appetite for more creativity in this world. 
My Kindred doesn’t seek the light from outside but the light from within, the ability to keep going, to keep creating. My Kindred will defend that need, will do anything to keep that flame alive. My Kindred works hard, searches and seeks where the breath blows, where there is just enough air but not so much that it puts out the flame. My Kindred understands the rhythm of her soul, a rhythm that’s in tune with the planet. For My Kindred seeks a self sustaining life, one that feeds itself, one that taps into the well and finds the never ending elixir.  
Gratitude, humbleness, kindness, generosity, quirkiness, laughter, joy and spontaneity are the hallmarks My Kindred wears silently on her sleeve. She seeks a quietness, a willingness to retreat to the silent parts, the quiet zones, the less visited, more mysterious places, where creation begins and imagination grows. This is the true home of My Kindred.  
My Kindred works in many fields, many mediums not because she’s confused, or rushed or scattered, but because all fields can be fields of creativity, even sweeping the floor, washing, shopping, doing the chores. My Kindred knows these are like stretching the canvas, they are part of the showing up, part of the limbering up, getting ready for the fun, the joy of it all. My Kindred grabs whatever’s at hand to capture the moment, the moment that without being captured may be gone forever, never to return and in that observing, responding, has no judging, simply a wondering, an admiring of the beauty and wonder.
My Kindred doesn’t labour, she dances, she doesn’t whinge, she seeks solutions, for she knows that just as the messy part of a painting can be fixed, so too anything can be created, but it’s the waiting and listening, the seeking of knowing what to do rather than the reacting, the panting and performing that gets things done. She focuses on the "what" and lets go of the "how".  
My Kindred seeks knowledge but she perfects skills, she turns up each day in some small way and keeps going. Sometimes that doing is being still, sometimes it’s incredibly busy, but each night at the end of the day, she gives thanks for being able to do it at all, for she knows others are far less fortunate. 
My Kindred knows it’s not all about her, but about a long line of creative women who have gone before and will come afterwards. She knows it’s about place and space and allowing these things to seep through. She sits long enough to allow them to infuse rather than rushing on in. She uses the old to create the new. 
My Kindred can see in the eyes of another the stories they need to tell, the stories that weigh on their heart, that hold them back. She knows the key to the lock and she willingly, gradually, slowly, enables them not only to find it, but turn the key, open the door and walk on in.  
My Kindred walks in the fields of flowers, and picks the fruits of love, of abundance and shares them with the world. She is a gift to her people whether they see it or not. She knows that what she does is enough. She knows that anything else would be too much, that doing anything else would be a waste of time so she conserves her energy for what matters most. She rests but she does not sleep. She works but she does not labour, she loves but she does not give away all for the sake of another only, so her bucket can be refilled.  
My Kindred is the source of her own life, she has found her well, she knows that the flow is endless and she respects and treasures it. That she does not show or share in ways others would doesn’t bother her because she has her work to do, that is all. Those she needs come her way, they do not boss or wish to own her, instead they seek a way to work with her, to ensure the elixir keeps flowing. They do this through a wonderful silent dance that balances their soul rather than disturbs the world. One that vibrates with a soothing rhythm as gentle as a mother rocking her baby to sleep. 
She knows all is well in this world and what she has to do to live a full life. My Kindred dreams beautiful dreams and lives to share the lessons she has learnt in her art, in her heat and the stories she tells.
There is so much more I could tell you about My Kindred, about who she is and what she does. I could tell you the many detailed things she loves, the tiny aspects of everything that she senses with all her senses, that she observes, admires and creates in this world. My Kindred lights up my world, she makes me smile, she makes me laugh, she makes it easier for me to live my life and together we enjoy the dance. Together we are more than either one of us could be alone.  
Are you My Kindred? If so   shall we dance?

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This blog post is part of this year's Winter Dreaming Series of three posts

To see previous series click Winter Doodling and A Winter Blog Tale