Ojos de Brujo means Eyes of a Wizard. It doesn't take the eyes of a wizard to see the fire and light in this magical part of the globe!
Sending some out to y'all to help birth all the plans, projects and other babies we've all got on our heart paths of being that change :-D

The King has got no clothes on!!

So I finally met up with a real-life zaadzster / gaian last week... 's funny how zaadzster sounds like something in particular, and gaians is just, like, 'all of us' - right?!  Like that.

It was a laugh to see how my first-real-life-gaian/zaadzster-meeting panned out ..  in a silent satsang so not much chance for my fave gum-flapping excercises and gathering of titbits of life story and experiences, shared or otherwise  .. but, ah,  plenty of presence there.. ... new, unusual, strange and expanding experience to have contact with someone through messages, shout-outs n such, and then to feel them sit alongside me as a another familiar energy in a group.. and then to turn and see an unfamiliar and apparently unknown face beside me... wow, hey, freaky too!

So this is me n tilsmore sitting ...Silently ....


and here's where we did get to exchange some snippets of life-experience over some divine food....


You can see my over-excited jaw shooting the breeze!

So next time I'm gonna arrange to meet up with an online buddy .. it's gonna be somewhere we can chew the fat to our (mutual) heart's content.... though silence has such a sweetness it took me straight where I needed to be. I'm still grateful for having been there, for being reminded of there .... will always be grateful for being there :-)

bless you tils 

They sound like some sort of bucolic nymph scoffing the favoured insects of the goddess on an urn in a dusty museum storeroom ... fortunately, they are so much more!!
Andalucia's totem avian.... heralds of spring....



They swoop like multiple multi-coloured darts on the wing .. nest in burrows in sandy banks .. and they sound of their song.. oh boy... like water burbling and babbling through the air.. bubbles of it rise through blood and lymph and bone when they sing.

They just got back from wintering in Africa.. the joy of their stories of casbah's, oasis, sands and arid earth  bring the firey sun on towards zenith.

Gee.. you wanna hear it you'll just have to come!