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Lavender Fields



Synchronicity & the Goddess’s Magic Wand (Lavender)                                              scan0003

“An arber fayre to paradise, right well comparable, set all about with flowers fragrant” Hawes; 1554

Past summers were always long, hot and lonely. Both my parents worked so I often stayed with my grandparents. Granddad was a gardener and taught me the secrets of nature; Grandma cooked, filling those endless empty internal spaces with unconditional love, cakes and other goodies.

But there was nothing more delicious in the whole world than my Grandmother’s famous lavender lemonade. I can still smell its odd combination of flowers and lemons. As I drank, the floral scent lifted my heart and I forgot my loneliness, whilst the tangy tartness of the lemons quenched thirst like nothing else: summer bliss in a glass.

And so began a lifetime’s love affair with Lavandula Angustifolia, and all her sister species.  As well as those long summer days helping my grandfather in his garden, soothed by the gentle aroma of the lavender growing there, and sipping my grandmother’s nectar, there are other memories. Dark winter evenings cutting and sewing mauve silk into circles, threading the hem around the circles with pretty ribbon, and then stuffing them full of dried lavender flowers before drawing up the ribbon and tying it to form cute little bags. These kept our underwear drawers smelling sweetly but I loved the bewitching aroma that lingered on my fingers for hours after finishing them. In time, there was the fun of teaching those skills to my own children and their friends; skills which have now, seemingly, withered to the status of an historic country craft demonstrated at summer fairs, and sold on craft stalls.

Yet today we still have its ever-popular derivations – lavender scented candles, air freshener, linen sprays – to name a few. Lavender is once more being used to treat dis-ease of the mind and body. Lavender is the fashionable additive to baking, and is being used creatively in cooking programmes with almost boring regularity. Garden centres seem to have more lavender than any other single plant species and lavender farms are springing up around the country to rival those in Provence.

That plant, so beloved of Elizabethan knot-gardens, Lavender, is not yet ready to retreat into the history books, but is having a revival that is almost spectacular. Until recently it has had the image of being an old ladies perfume but it is once again becoming trendy thanks to our 21st century search for a more natural and holistic lifestyle.

“Lets go to that house, for the linen looks white and smells of lavender, and I long to lie in a pair of sheets that smell so”. Izaak Walton: 1653

So, many years after those idyllic summers, half a century to be accurate, and growing tired of the stresses and strains of social work, I gave up my job to set up my own business. Having trained as an holistic therapist (Indian head, flower essence therapy, colour therapy, life coaching, Reiki, meditation and counselling) in order to distract me from my own stresses, I subsequently combined my skills into my own unique form of therapeutic colour life coaching. And when I needed a name – I turned to that flower of my childhood: Lavender. It was inevitable really; my garden is full of different varieties and shades of this sublime plant; my favourite colour is lavender (mauve, purple, violet – in whatever hue, shade, tint or version takes my eye) and you will find it in my home turning my bedroom into a sanctuary, my kitchen into a summery glow, and my personal wardrobe is an anthem to its particular physical wavelength – it is everywhere in my life.

So it wasn’t surprising when the flower chose itself as my business name and image – and yes I really do mean Lavender chose itself – I hardly had a say in the matter, so entwined is lavender with my life.

Lavender Fields therefore, became the business name – both for my therapeutic work, and as a banner for my I-shop selling my paintings. For my logo I chose a heart cropped photo of a lavender field that I had taken on a holiday in Jersey, the original of which still adorns my kitchen wall framed in silver. But the crowning glory came when I undertook, about that time, a Flower Psychometry course (the language of flowers) and discovered that wands of lavender flowers represent upliftment, and reaching for and accomplishing higher goals, finding your life’s work and true pathway in life. I already knew about its transformational and healing properties but here was a more symbolic meaning that was so perfect for what I wanted to achieve with my business. Synchronicity never fails to fill me with amazement, it is everywhere.

Lavender Fields

The walls of my kitchen, hallway and bedroom are painted in different shades of the flowers colour; my wardrobe is packed full of the same shades, even my jewellery includes lavender shaded crystals from amethyst to fluorite and mystic topaz. I once had dark purple streaks added very effectively and unusually to my blond hair, so much do I love this angelic colour and the plants it derives from. My garden features several varieties of scented purple, violet, and magenta roses, magenta foxgloves, violet campanula and cornflower, and lavender coloured geraniums all of which serve to draw attention to the abundant bursts of lavender.

I am sitting now, typing this article, surrounded by the heavenly scent of that lavender growing happily in my garden – and so, from time to time my mind drifts back to my grandparent’s garden. Who would have thought that seeds sown then (both literally and figuratively), are growing so strongly now, in this new century. My love of lavender, and its on going attributes – physical, psychological, therapeutic and commercial – are continuing to relax, heal, transform and uplift all that come into contact with it. Lavender has fulfilled its transformational promise to me and I am now happily running the business of my dreams; it has helped me reach my goals and is now helping others, through me, to reach theirs. But that is the wonder of Lavender – the Goddess’s Magic Wand.


Balm for the heart,

Inspiration for the spirit;

Dull, grey woody stems

Bear leaves of little regard.


But come the summer sun

A glorious transformation:

Tall steeples of lilac bells

Reach up to worship the light;


Slender wands of wistful sensuality,

Evoking sacredness

In ordinary lives,

With heavenly, aromatic bliss.



On Dreams


On Dreams

I’ve been dreaming a lot lately, more than usual … some beautiful, some magical, some unintelligible and some disturbing; and some of them, those strange dreams that leave you unbalanced and anticipating something unknown for days afterwards. I do not know why because for many years I rarely remembered my dreams, at times wondering if my brain had stopped dreaming. So, I ask myself, why this increase recently? Am I going through changes in my thinking or my lifestyle that warrants messages from my sleeping mind? Or is just a random cyclical thing? Whatever it is (and they have, at least, given rise to new poetry and ideas for stories, so they are being useful) I have been thinking deeply about dreams for a while now.

Dreams intrigue me – everyone dreams, I assume – but what are they? Where do they come from? Are they simply our mind cataloguing our computer brain files and shifting things around, or are the more significant than this, more fundamental, more vital?

I find it hard to believe that dreams are purely a systematic shifting of memory bytes. That’s almost too easy an answer for something as complex and varied as dreaming. Many are just too vivid, too diverse, and have too many images that are unlinkable to any current or past experience.

Dreams are universal functions of our mind and unite humanity across space and time; as I said – everybody dreams, and humanity has dreamt since the earliest of times. Therefore it seems reasonable to surmise that they must have some function within, and exert some influence over our existence. There must be a reason for dreaming … or maybe not. Should everything have purpose or is that a rational, day time idea? Maybe dreaming is simply another, different, level of existence. During the day we live by reason’s code in order to be safe and survive, but at night we can travel through time or soar to the stars, and do things we might otherwise never try, trapped as we often are by our insecurities and fears. During our dreams we are free to fly, dance, love and create new realities for ourselves.

There are people, of course, that can blur the boundaries of dream and daytime consciousness. I call it that rather than reality as I believe that there are many different realities. These people are the great visionary thinkers, artists, poets, writers, and especially children, who haven’t yet been polluted by society’s ideas of what is real. Such people possess imagination and the ability to express it for the potential benefit of others. They, we (for I class myself as a visionary, a writer, a poet and an artist, and I still possess a childlike mind, too childlike some would say) take our dreams into daytime consciousness daring to imagine broader horizons, new and different worlds, stranger dimensions. We fly on cosmic wings in and out of our dreams, creating and imagining and interpreting the world around us, transforming it into places of greater beauty, more magical and enchanted, remaking it in our own image.

The dream world whether captured by our night time consciousness, or flowing from our pens, keyboards and paintbrushes, is considered by many – so called intellectuals, or just plain old adults – to be unreal, fiction, imaginary. I include the last word as it illustrates the irony of the idea – imaginary ie coming from the imagination, which is purely an extension of our night time consciousness, our dreams. Yet in many parts of the world now, and in many cultures of the past, the boundaries between dreams and waking are both fragile and shifting. The Celts (a culture I identify with both emotionally and genetically) believe dreams are the realms of gods and goddesses, places to discover the very essence of existence.

And indeed, it is that dream consciousness that allows us to see beyond the mundane world to the very core of being, so that we might reach higher than our current existence towards goals and aspirations we would otherwise reject as beyond our place in the world. Dreams allow us to believe we are greater than we are and enable us to transform ourselves in new and inspiring ways.

Dreams and imagination are the central core of who we are – they have allowed human beings to rise from simple creatures of instinct to complex beings who have the ability to fly to the moon and beyond. Without dreams we are not human; they are what make us human and not just animal, for dreams and imagination transport us across the boundaries of possibility and hurl us to the ends of infinity.

A dream journey is a trip into the unknown – whether during night consciousness or through the modus of creating something from imagination. During our waking time we tend to stick to what is familiar, stay in out comfort zones. Often this is necessary in order to survive, or is the result of imprisoning fears. But in our night dreams, our day dreams, our fantasies, we can do anything, go anywhere, be anyone we choose. We can be something different every time we dream, or stretch and challenge ourselves immeasurably.

Our job as an adult is to grow and learn and develop, to expand our knowledge and skills; yet it is the child that sees and accepts, unconditionally, the vastness of the universe as accessed by imagination and dreams. Be as little children …

Today’s Western society is extremely materialistic, governed by strict concepts of reality: science. If it cannot be seen, touched, proven it cannot exist.  Dreams, spirituality, magic are all seen as fantasy. Yet the latter encompasses vision and a belief in potentiality. The latter pre-supposes that there is still much to be learnt about the present universe and our existence within it. The latter requires open-mindedness. A materialistic, realistic view is close-minded. So which is superstition and blind faith, and which is liberalism and progressiveness?  Today’s imagined dream, today’s imagined story, today’s magical idea is tomorrow’s science or medicine or invention. Is it fear of the unknown, fear of being vulnerable to possibility, fear of surrendering our imagination that insists on keeping our dreams imprisoned in a cage, and labelled unreal? Isn’t it essential to our very existence to listen to our dreams and dare to imagine a better world, a world of love, tolerance, peace and environmental purity where everyone has enough to live on, and no-one is subjugated? I’m certain that most of us dream of such a world so let’s keep dreaming, let’s keep imagining, and turn those dreams into reality on both plains of existence.

I’m conscious that I’ve not really explored what dreams are, after all, just that they are universal and essential and important – maybe their nature needs more thought from me, but in the meantime: Dream on …

The Void


The Still & Silent Void

Devoid, empty, vacuum

Negative concepts

Expressing existence, time, thought, Without


Not so …


Space binds matter, links galaxies

What is Not

Is a vessel to be filled with opportunity, potential transformation


Just like …


A cocoon, cauldron, black hole

Metamorphic pools of Nought

Bending light and matter so life and death merge

Evolutionary point-blank where boundaries confuse

And patterns ebb and change

Places where the product of Zero becomes infinity


And so …


Imagine the Void within

Paradoxical points of swirling stillness


Crushing crystal lattices of existence with such Non-weight

Re-building life in stronger, brighter rhythms

From the spaces between the atoms of the soul

Like an apple-tree is born from an empty star.