Monthly Archives: February 2012

Medicine Woman and Magician

Raven Medicine

Cor, Medicine Woman and Magician at your service on Owl Creek Road.


Meet Cor


Cor, Duncan and I are ready to travel to unknown places. Follow us as we travel together.

Through the Portal

DonkeyRear I know it is him. I understand that he had all but given up and was tired of looking through that portal waiting for me to come back. It has been such a long time and lets face it, a donkey does have a life to lead, needs time to graze and gather strength.

For now I am just watching. I feel strangely timid and unsure of the reception I will get when he looks around and sees that I am here.

It really has been too long. The wasteland I have inhabited has been a lonely place. I am travelling very lightly. I have all that I need in the bag E gave me when last I walked Lemurian roads.

As I stand watching Duncan I contemplate the oceanic realm of the human imagination, the great myths and religious symbols and works of art born over the centuries. I stop to remember the Ravens, those creative women who gave so generously of themselves.

I am ready to go again.

Perhaps Love

They build large, stick nests in which females lay three to seven eggs each spring. Both parents care for their young, which remain dependent for several months.

I have seriously begun nesting. My new home is a home of the heart. I am in love! This love is one that has been built after passing many tests. It has been built honestly and is a place where I can unashamedly be myself. As I keep ‘gathering sticks’ to nest, like the Small One who watches over part of our kingdom, the weariness is abating, scars are healing and I feel a sense of peace and gratitude.

Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home

Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come close
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
And don’t know what to do
The memory of love will see you through

Oh, love to some is like a cloud
To some as strong as steel
For some a way of living
For some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don’t know

Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of change
Like a fire when it’s cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you

John Denver

The Small One

Small One, like the donkey of the famed story, narrated by Bing Crosby, is a gentle donkey past his prime. Long years of working hard have made him weak. Though he eats as much as the other donkeys, he cannot handle the same loads. One of his ears is broken and he looked a bit weathered. But now he is a home, overlooking his kingdom here in Castlemaine. His load is lighter now and his step has quickened as he contemplates the journeys we will head off on.

You can follow our trail at Travelling Donkey.