Step into your destiny.

I hardly know where to begin this post!

I have just spent Mother’s Day weekend on the most amazing course at Abundant Healing where I spent time learning spirit healing and achieving my Reiki/Seichim Masters with 4 beautiful people who I now have a forever connection with.

The weekend was just so intense, I could not possibly do it justice in a single blog post, so I’m not even going to attempt it! But I may write further posts about it down the track, so watch this space!

I will today tell you a little bit about a certain aspect of it, as it relates to my new direction into activated yarns, which is originally why I went into the course; to learn how to channel universal energy into yarn.

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One of the initial exercises we did, was to enter into a guided meditation in order to find our spirit guide, who would help us on our journey of becoming a healer. During the meditation, I looked to my left to see a line drawing of a girl, who then became a pale girl dressed in white. She had long hair, and she was quick to tell me that she had no speech, but was overjoyed to see me, and that she had always been with me as we were sisters. She then motioned to me all the times through my life when she had been there, sending me this mile-a -minute set of flash backs to life moments in my childhood: “So that: That was me! Remember that?! THAT WAS ME TOO! And you know how you love that pearly colour – THAT’S MY COLOUR!!!” When the meditation ended I felt completely overwhelmed and emotional – HOW COULD SHE HAVE BEEN THERE ALL THAT TIME AND NEVER HAVE SHOWN ME? (That night I saw her again in my dream, and she gently explained that if she’d just APPEARED at the end of my bed looking like a pale version of Samara from the horror movie The Ring, I would’ve FREAKED OUT and shut down. She was absolutely right. Fair call. So the things she showed me was her way of letting me know she was around – NOW I know what to look for! ❤ )

Anyway, fast forward to the end of the weekend, I’m feeling so empowered and looking forward to using my new abilities, but not really sure how I’m going to go forward. I don’t intend to open a practice – it’s not my path. But I have this yarn and I’m called to make it, but I’m not sure if it’s really “A THING”. I mean, I just made it up, right?! I just had this idea, and I felt like it made sense, and in my heart I knew what to do, so I did it, right? But like: “why?” and “does it work?” and “where did the idea come from?” (I have NEVER heard of anyone doing it before.)

So even though I was excited to move forward, there was still an uncertainty: What next?

Then as a final exercise, Tash had us all pull one tarot card for each person to interpret (without looking at the card, just by intuition) for us as a final message for the weekend (we could then look at the card).

Well, I kid you not: 4 separate people handed me a random card. I gave 4 separate readings.

And 4 times I got THE SAME CARD.

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I giggled at the name. (Of course!: I’m only human!) And I looked at her face looking at me like “You know, don’t you…?!”

But I didn’t know. I drew a complete blank.

So I left it, and I came home. And I went to bed, and then got up and went about my day. And took my kids to school. And did the laundry. And I couldn’t for the life of me, work out what I was supposed to know. So I turned to google. And I googled “Volva”.

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And I nearly FELL OFF MY CHAIR.

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And suddenly, there was my Sister.

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(Like a pale white version of Samara.)

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And my blood ran cold. And I got the message loud and clear. This is not new: what I do is ANCIENT. And I know it, because it is my heritage. Volur are Norse. They were Germanic. My sisters were putting energy and intention and magic into yarn together as Norne, and Valkyrie, and Seeresses in times of ancient mythology and history.

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She was right. I didn’t ‘make this idea up’ to put energy and intention into threads and yarn. It, like my sister, has ALWAYS been in me. It’s my heritage.

I didn’t imagine.

I remembered.

I knew.

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The grass is only greener cause its fake.

Hi all. I’ve been thinking a lot about this blog and about how people might perceive this life from what I write and what I choose to show. A few things have prompted me to do this. One of them is this recent Facebook post by artist Tracy Verdugo:

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And also this one by blogger Kate Ulman:

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and I realized that I can never show the truth of this life through my blog, because you’ll only ever get the benefits of what I choose to include, and from my perspective. Often that’s the highlight reel – because not often do we sit down and feel inspired to write about the aweful days, the boring days, the days we yelled at the kids, had no money, sat on the couch all day and did nothing because we felt sorry for ourselves. Those don’t make good blog posts!

But as I sit here, having just paid $900 on a surprise car repair, not sure how we will survive the next fortnight with petrol and food and bills and feed for the animals; and I want to express this to you:

We FIGHT LIKE HELL for this life.

Everyday, we fight like hell, for the life you read about on this blog. you might not see it. It might look idyllic, and tranquil, and creative and colourfully carefree. Do not – DO NOT – for a second think that that’s how it is 100% of the time.

What you wont see is the days I couldn’t pay the bills. The days I overdrew our account – AGAIN. The days Ben sweated all the way home from work with the fuel light on because we had no money to fill the car. The nights I woke at 4am having a full-blown panic attack about how we would get through this fortnight. The days I was so stressed I snapped and yelled at the poor bewildered girls because I just couldn’t deal anymore. The day I kicked the goat because it yanked the chain through my tired, chapped, freezing cold hand and it HURT. BAD. The day I STOLE 5 cent pieces from my 6 year old’s money box to buy an 85 cent loaf of bread.

You wont see any of that.

But it’s there. I promise you, it’s there. Our life is no different from yours so don’t you ever – EVER – envy us and wish we could swap lives, ok? It’s a bloody good life, but I have 99 problems JUST. LIKE. YOU. I promise. When we moved here, I gave up a job I adored, our family support network, a nice little house we owned, and THOUSANDS of dollars, to live here. In a rented cottage that’s falling down around our ears, on one income, on my own a lot due to Ben’s demanding work hours, on this bloody farm with all these bloody hungry animals and these two bloody wild kids.

And I love it. But I struggle EVERY DAMN DAY to do it.

So I wont often write posts like this, dear reader, because it’s not what this blog is about for the most part! But don’t you ever forget: We’re real. Just like you. Our life aint no fairy tale. We’re flawed and we’re broke and sometimes we eat junk food and feel guilty that we’re really shitty parents and “what-the-hell-have-we-done?!”

Somedays it’s sun-drenched paddocks, and warm happy kids on the hearth infront of the fire. Somedays it’s final notices, and cracked radiator hoses, and tantrums, and sweat and tears.

That’s life. That’s the truth.

xx

 

 

Today’s creations*

Two Activated Yarns out working their medicine at the farm today! 

  
This is ‘Protection Yarn’ (Turquoise, Malachite, Pyrite, Pennyroyal, Thistle, Sage, Blackberry) – I can imagine it as part of a beautiful baby blanket or child’s cardigan 💛

  
And here is ‘Luck & Abundance’ yarn (Citrine, Aventurine, Pyrite, Zucchini Flower, Rocket Flower, Pine, Cherry Plum).

What a beautiful day to be out in nature making something special ✨🌬🌱☀️

  
What will you do with it? 

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It’s about more than just wool.

No one ever makes something without an intention. And no one ever knits or crochets an item without someone or some purpose in mind. I’ve long been inspired by that, and by the chain of hands yarn goes through in the process of becoming ‘someone’s’. A chain of creativity and intention.

I love the way fibre craft connects me. I sit down, my mind slows, and I create. I can just be. I think about my Nan and Pop – they passed away when I was seven – and Nan was a very ill lady for a long long time. She couldn’t get out and do much. But she sat down, and put her hands over mine, and she taught me to knit. And my pop taught me to crochet. and I think many many people who knit and crochet were taught this skill by their grandparents, and aunties, and uncles. It’s probably one of the few skills still passed down this way. Generation to generation. Hand to hand.

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See, the thing I love about handmade items is their uniqueness. Their flaws. But also, their ‘story’. I love to imagine all the hands, all the skills, all the intentions that have gone into a handmade item. I’m just a link in the chain of something really special. I add my chapter of the story, then I pass it on to the next person, and they add theirs.

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It’s part of the reason I prefer to buy raw fleece from small scale farms, rather than commercial roving dyed in huge dyelots. I like to know the whole story. I like to know that this was Wilma’s fleece; a rescue sheep from Daylesford. She belongs to Linda. Linda collected and sold her fleece, and I add my hands to the story. And then I will hand it along to the next person, who will add their chapter to the story; knitting a blanket for their grandson, a beanie for their Nanna, a scarf for Uncle John. A chain of love, and creativity, and intention.

There’s something magical about that.

So that set me to thinking: I want to activate the yarn. I want to imbue it with healing qualities. I want to capture the spirit of ‘connectedness’, of ‘ancestry’, of ‘specialness’ and  healing’ that I see in yarn. And so I’ve been lead to create “Activated Yarn”.

So here’s my creation unfurling. This first attempt at a fledgling idea. I bathed my crystals in the light of the lunar eclipse. I cleaned, processed and handspun a soft Corridale fleece, into a DK weight yarn. I smudged it with White Sage to remove any negative energy, and used natural organic plant dyes to dye it a beautiful healing green. I then put it into a steeping blend of homegrown Eucalyptus and Lavender -picked from my garden – and Clear Quartz, Amethyst, Aventurine and Ruby Fuschite for healing, soothing and purifying. This cauldron bubbled away over a white candle, opening the pores of the fibre and allowing the properties of the crystals and plants to seep in. Lastly I added a tail hair from my horse Will, as an animal totem. He broke his leg as a foal, but defied all logic to not only heal, but to then go on and win races. A miracle horse. His racing name was ‘Once a Blue Moon’, so rare and miraculous his recovery.

My healing yarn is now out drying in the moonlight. What I do is not Witchcraft. It’s not Magick or anything mysterious. I work only and always from a place of love and light. It doesn’t fit into a box or a definition. All I have done is filled this yarn with love, focus and intention. Its art. It’s a special creation. My hope is that someone buys this yarn and makes something special. I hope they think about their Aunty while they make her some mittens, and that they add their chapter to the story. And that when they give the mittens to their Aunty, she feels the hands and the energy that has been put into this special creation, and it makes her heart feel good. That’s all.

It’s not magic. It’s not going to cure cancer. It’s not going to change the world.

But it’s my art. And I hope you like it. – And it’s also ok if you don’t 🙂

And you know, if you’re sick, this healing yarn wont ‘cure’ you. But I hope that if you’re going into battle, you’ll wear my armor. I made it with my heart and my hands x

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Seasons of change.

 Hi guys – it’s been a while! But as you may or may not know, I supplement our family income with a bit of casual Virtual Assistant admin work on the side. Which is great because it means I can work flexible hours from home, but also means – like the chef that never cooks at home – I work on other people’s admin and often neglect my own! 

But I have been spinning, we have been accidental, no-clue farming, and the year has been ticking along. Which was clearly evident last Friday when I booked a stall at Katie’s school craft market and found myself donning my stall’s merchandise in order to keep warm – it was freezing! 

Looks like Autumn is just around the corner!

  

Wool from a rescue sheep (‘Wilma’), handspun by me and dyed with natural organic plant dye (Madder).
  

 

So we decided to dedicate Saturday to one of our most pressing Winter-prep chores: collecting firewood.
      

Fortunately, throughout the year a large tree or two inevitably fall, so we are pretty self-sufficient for heating. And 2 trailer-loads full of large rounds later, we added to our impressive wood pile and felt much more prepared for winter!

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All that’s left is to split it into bits and cover it!

  
Now we just have to plant our winter veg: broccoli, cabbage, beans, silverbeet, radish & caulis! The garden beds are full of beautiful compost, organic matter and manure. And now that the tomatoe, zucchinis, capsicum and basil are finishing, we’ll have plenty of space to fill! 

Plus we need to think about re-stocking our hay shed for the horse and goats over winter. Hay is a bit expensive at the moment, so I have my ear to the ground waiting for a deal! The goats are already starting to coat-up, which makes me excited for cashmere fleece in spring, but in the meantime, I’ve got Bendigo Sheep and Wool Show to look forward. Or “Spendigo” as we fibre/wool fanatics call it! And I’ve still got a whole Corridale fleece which I got given, just waiting to be prepped, scoured, dyed and spun!

So much fleece to dye, so little time… 😉

And hey: Winter is coming! Start knitting now! That jumper isn’t going to knit itself! XD

If you need some wooley inspiration, feel free to check out the store…! Click on the ‘store’ tab at the top of the page.

  

Well, I’m off to read a bit with a cup of tea, in these few blessed quiet moments before bed! One thing to look forward to in the cooler months: Fireside reading! Flannel sheets! Woollen beanies! 

Wait that’s 3 things… 🙂

What are you knitting for winter? Have you prepared your firewood? What will you be planting? And what’s your favourite thing about Winter? 

Hope you’re enjoying these last long warm days x

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Zucchinis. Many many zucchinis. 

While it seems our fruit efforts were a bust this year, our veggies are killin it! Although technically tomatoes are a fruit right? And the girls have been in the garden popping cherry tomatoes into their mouths almost everyday. So all our efforts weren’t in vain!

I don’t know if you’ve tried zucchini brownies, but these are AWESOME. Rich, chocolatey and fudgey! And not the slightest hint of zucchini taste! The girls wolfed them down! (And they’re vegan! So I wolfed them too! LOL) 

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I while back I spoke to our neighbour about how great it would be to host some bee hives on our properties, to pollinate our plants, help the environment, and learn more about beekeeping.

Not long after, I met a local apiarist at our farmers market, and found out that the trees on our place are particularly sought after, and only flower for 3 or 4 weeks once every 5 years! 

So Paul the bee guy came and had a look at the farm, said it all looked great, but when I checked with the ladies who keep their horses here, they weren’t so keen. Fair enough. So I told Paul it was a no-go as not everyone was comfortable having them here, but my neighbour Murray asked for Paul’s number.

  
Well. That should’ve been that. But instead, Paul moved a few hives to my neighbour’s place (which is wonderful, and he is well within his right to do on acerage in a rural area) 

    
 

A virtual Christmas card.

  
This is a post for you. Yes, You. I want you to know how grateful we are to you for supporting us. This is not empty holiday sentiment. 

I am TRULY grateful for you.

If you have supported, or checked in, or bought something we made this year, we want to say THANKYOU.

We are not CEO’s of a multi-national corporation. We did not just buy our third investment property. We didn’t look for cheaper exploitative labour overseas to help our profit margins. We don’t own a yacht. Or even a dingy. 

This year, when Ben fought cancer, and you encouraged us to hang in there – we did. 

When you bought my yarn, it meant when my car’s fuel gauge was on ‘EMPTY’, I had an emergency $20 in my wallet. 

When we fed our chickens, bought school shoes, paid for our daughter’s ballet class, smiled at your comments over a coffee, felt encouraged: You did that. That was YOU. 

Thankyou from the bottom of our hearts, for supporting Hill Shadow Farm. We are grateful to share our dream with you. 

Merry Christmas and a happy and safe holiday to you and your family.

From ours.