Blue Star

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‘Do you remember? The journey began before arriving on Earth. The moon tried to keep my star wisdom hidden, upsetting the delicate tides of memory. But then the light strengthened, and I began to hear the song of the blue star calling me back. Rise, dear earth traveller. Reclaim your soul’s freedom. We are the sparks of all that is.’

Image | Words: Carol Anne Strange
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Between Breaths

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‘The blackberries are ripening and Keats’ ‘To Autumn’ is already trembling on my tongue. There is something strangely magnetising about standing on the edge between this and that. It is in the pause between breaths where life is free of boundaries. Perhaps this is why these inbetween moments are so alluring.’

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Between Realms

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‘We are all star-children and everything around us is made from star essence, oozing from great star factories above. I kick up the dust and watch it swirl and disperse, and I contemplate us star-children and stuff made from the universe. And I contemplate the dust: those tiny fragments – mere miniscules of life that was. I think what it would be to know everything, to understand everything, and to accept everything just as it is. Can you imagine? Imagine life swirling in the dust? Imagine that another world exists there: worlds within worlds within worlds. And I lose myself in the world of dust because it pacifies me, and because I am its secret.’

Art | Words: Carol Anne Strange

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The Winter Mother Tree

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‘December days are so thin. I stand on the bridge, at the faltering edge of a river, and listen for lucid memories of times long gone. The riverbed, in winter sun, keeps hold of its secrets in the gold sandy bottoms, in the whisky stained waters, and all is as it should be. Church bells ring out the clashing of hearts, and nostalgia punctuates the moment like a loose tear on porcelain, almost invisible. The Mother Tree is touched by snow song, swooning into oblivion. Sweet oblivion. What is past perhaps never was.’

Art | Words: Carol Anne Strange

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Path Through the Woods

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‘Wood-smoke carries me to another time, and I am the dreamer and the dream. You hold my pearl heart, and place it on a map that is blackberry stained. I thought I knew you so much better. The sky is all about Wednesday. The sky knows all about my pearl heart, but in the daze of morning the world folds in upon itself, and I discover there are other pearl hearts and other blackberry stained maps, and you are just a million fragments of sky dust, swept into Wednesday’s equation.’

Art | Words: Carol Anne Strange

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Soul Window

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“A pause between realms; standing on the edge of this way or that; heart beating to life’s wild rhythm. That moment… that rare moment of uncertainty before jumping through a soul window into the essence of all that is. Yes, that fleeting moment: spellbinding, effervescent, true.”

Image | Words: Carol Anne Strange

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Bird Heart

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“I’m standing on the precipice wondering if my wings will carry me. Do you know that feeling? It is scary, right… but strangely exhilarating, too. Some time real soon, I will have to take a leap, trust my bird heart, and hope for fair weather to carry me to where I need to be.”

Images | Words: Carol Anne Strange
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Adrift

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‘The air is heavy with the soporific essence of wildflower, oozing slowly beneath summer’s sun. My mind is a million thoughts away, somewhere north, adrift like breeze-blown blossom. I know when you’re thinking of me. The barometer in my heart changes to fine, and I feel moon glow, the magnetic pull that lures me to you. No matter that you’re another lifetime ago, another lifetime away. The past and future always weaves its way into the present.’

Images | Words: Carol Anne Strange

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