It’s hard to believe it but somehow another year has rolled around and Whispering Earth celebrates its second birthday today. So once again I would like to mark the occasion with a brief retrospective of my highlights from the year past and another little giveaway. I couldn’t decide which of them to offer so I have settled on two small gifts, both seasonal in their own way.
Firstly, as it is Valentine’s day, I will be giving away a 20ml dropper bottle of organic rose otto essential oil blended with organic jojoba at 2.5%. This can be used as an addition to massage blends or face oils or rubbed into the neck as perfume. However I most recommend you use a few drops massaged over the heart area in a gentle circular motion as a meditative and nurturing way to relax, encourage deep breathing and open your heart. As you may know, rose otto is the most expensive essential oil in the world and 500 roses go into making just the amount that is found in this blend. Therefore it is so important to use rose, or any oil, with the awareness of how precious it is and with every drop valued as a gift from nature.
As the snow is only just beginning to melt here I thought I would offer an A4 sized print of my Winter Solstice picture as an alternative for those who would prefer it. It was painted last winter when the snow lay thick on the ground and we were unable to get to work for several days.
To enter the giveaway just leave a comment below this post with your name and the item you would like to win. I will pull two names from the hat in a weeks time. As both items are light I am happy to send them abroad.
Now I shall turn back, briefly, and remember the highlights of a year spent in nature; connecting, observing, harvesting, writing and rejoicing in the many gifts and subtle lessons she brings.
I do so hope you have enjoyed at least a few of the posts I have shared over the year and I hope this next year will be just as magical.
I would like to round up by sharing a poem that I love with you. Part celebration of the natural world and part love poem, it stirs a sigh and a smile from the vast unknown.
Canal Bank Walk by Patrick Kavanagh
Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
Pouring redemption for me, that I do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
Grow with nature again as before I grew.
The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third
Party to the couple kissing on an old seat,
And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the Word
Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat.
O unworn world enrapture me, encapture me in a web
Of fabulous grass and eternal voices by a beech,
Feed the gaping need of my senses, give me ad lib
To pray unselfconsciously with overflowing speech
For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven
From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven.