Eve's Embroideries
Eve creates textile pictures that are like spirit prayers of the land. At their most inspired they capture the luminosity that can radiate to the soul of others. They speak of the mystery in the landscape, which is there for those who wish to seek it. They open up magical pathways that the ancients understood. They are secret haunts that recognise the divine in nature. The creations are made in gratitude and reverence to the beauty they resonate with and are spontaneous gestures of love.
My mother was an embroiderer and I never imagined that I would firstly take it up and secondly love it so much.
I have spent late afternoons and evenings absorbed in this rich seeding experience in Autumn and Winter especially. It has felt like crafting a prayer with each stitch.
I have spent late afternoons and evenings absorbed in this rich seeding experience in Autumn and Winter especially. It has felt like crafting a prayer with each stitch.
"Sweet Lady, bless each stitch!
Dreamfed and imagewatered!
Bridie mantlecast new vision!
Heartwarmth and breezeblown,
yellow brimstone,
Hang-current buzzards gifting presence.
Earth-cloaked , Mystery- hooded,
treasure deep within emerging.
Owlwise, bloodgone woman
speaks soulseasons,
to remember the weave, to remember the weave.
Sometimes knotted, tangled, torn
But always weft woven through warp; ours and yours, mine and hers
different strands, colours, textures.
The song known, half known,
ebbing, flowing
haunting waves like old lullaby
echoing, echoing
coalsying fragments
mending, mending
Regenerating rhythms
of nature’s tides. "
Dreamfed and imagewatered!
Bridie mantlecast new vision!
Heartwarmth and breezeblown,
yellow brimstone,
Hang-current buzzards gifting presence.
Earth-cloaked , Mystery- hooded,
treasure deep within emerging.
Owlwise, bloodgone woman
speaks soulseasons,
to remember the weave, to remember the weave.
Sometimes knotted, tangled, torn
But always weft woven through warp; ours and yours, mine and hers
different strands, colours, textures.
The song known, half known,
ebbing, flowing
haunting waves like old lullaby
echoing, echoing
coalsying fragments
mending, mending
Regenerating rhythms
of nature’s tides. "
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Web of Life
Brighid and the Birch Trees
Beltane
Brighid and the Birds
Owl spreading his wings
Owls in the Dancing Tree
Autumn Mandala
Toadstools and the Oak Tree
Imbolc-Spirit of Robin
Thrush at Blossom time
Beltane in Cornwall
Easter Awakening
Thrushes and nest at Blossomtime
Magical Tree
Spring Equinox
Winter Tree
Magical Tree
Owl and Owlets
Autumn Mandala
Spring Goddess
Spirit of Winter
Autumn Equinox 2
Dartmoor in Late August
