The Art and Magik of Faerie Sarah

I love to paint, I love the smoosh of liquid colours squeezed from a tube, scooped from a tub, poured from a bottle, I love paint brushes like wands blending, mixing, smooshing the paint over a surface. I had been desiring the distressed look of ‘boat wood’ We had just moved into our little apartment and made our selves a wooden thingamy to house speakers an entertainment unit if you like and I desired to paint it like boat wood so I thought I would practise on a wooden surfa

This year Beltane has tipped me over and poured me out. I have had to go on a Persephonesque decent to the underworld and dare to return more whole myself, more authentic, more embodied in this one. Post descent and fall apart Spirit guided me to an empowering practice, quite revolutionary, I might add – the magical art of Self Love. It’s hard, but in a society that profits from our self doubt and self hate we must dare to change our gaze from that of scrutiny to that of LOVE