Tales of a Winter Sun


There is a time in the hushed solitudes of falling winter,

while the dreaming earth stirs softly beneath her frosted blanket,

where for a moment, we remember innocence and magic, and the incredible awe of being,

my world of light

where hope is renewed in the lighting of candles and a star leads the way to Bethlehem,

Treat yourself to that wonderful Canadian, Leonard Cohen’s touching and powerful Hallelujah sung by an amazing 8 year old girl – Rhema

Where grievances are put aside as we open our wounded hearts to receive the seeds of rebirth

“There’s a blaze of light in every word, It doesn’t matter what you heard, the holy or  the broken Hallelujah“- L Cohen

Where my own dreams flow to the sacred music of haunted woodlands and enchanted children.

Tamar Kristofferdottir,  my Icelandic maiden

a winter sun

and old tales are retold with feasting and friends

The London of Scrooge and Marley ( seen in a virtual setting called The Dickens Project)

and The Solstice Feast

where the lost are found and the poor are blessed

don’t be afraid Buddy, the angels know where we are”

and where angels walk among us

A prayer for Peace 

do visit My Little Match Girl

If I don’t post again before Christmas I wish everyone a happy Solstice, a happy Hanukkah and a Merry Christmas. I thank everyone for their wonderful blogs and inspiration. Nollaig Shona, Nollaig Chridheil, Joyeux Noel, Buon Natale, God Jul. May all peoples come together in peace.

“Cybele’s art has a unique beauty that I consider to be unsurpassed in its depth and narrative; pieces that are hauntingly fascinating, encapsulating worlds of wonder and mystery or reflecting wonderment and innocence through portrait and study.”

 It is this feeling of capturing a moment that is particularly attractive about Cybele’s work. Her pieces are incredibly intricate in form and construction, the balance of light, colour, focus and theme utterly sublime; where looking at her art, I cannot help but see them in terms of an orchestra, different elements and layers, skillfully woven into a whole under the guiding hands of the conductor – or in this case the artist.

Yet, at the same time, there is a marvelous sense that each piece, far from being composed, has been captured in a fleeing moment, as if the mind has taken a snapshot of a dream or the eye a single moment of time played out before us in a world where wonder, innocence and beauty define all we see, and perhaps say and do.”  Inara Pey’s blog, Tales of a Winter Sun in second life

For any virtual aficionados, a few of my pieces will be shown at the Paris Metro Art Gallery and if your curiosity is piqued check my friend Amanda’s blog post here Magick Thoughts  (link is on sidebar) for more info on how to create a free account and attend this virtual event.

Metro Paris Gallery facebook page