Magdalene's Rosehips
I had been on a quest for a year in 2022. Uprooted from the village I had called home for the previous seven years. I had packed up my home and stored my belongings in my friend Nathalie’s attic in Pernes-les-Fontaines while feeling my way to the next place that would become home.
Having done a few courses in energy work and, as a result, discovered the Aude Region, I had felt tug on my sleeve for a little village called Alet-les-Bains.
SO I kept an eye on Nomador, the pet-sitting platform I subscribed to, to see whether anything in that area would surface. As fate would have it, there was a need for a pet-sitter 15 minutes from Alet-le-Bains. Two dogs, two cats, three sheep and a horse. I was in.
In the month that I spent caring for Julie’s animals in La Frau Haute, I explored as many hiking trails around her home as I could. Working in the days and hiking in the evenings.
It was autumn going on winter and the landscape was turning to neutral hues of browns, yellows and greens as the vegetation lost its leaves.
The reships were all coming to full fruition, punctuating the landscapes with their bright red buttons. Julie had a thermomix machine in her kitchen which she welcomed me to use and I was determined to make my most of it.
I saw a massive bush of reships in the middle of a (private) ploughed field. It was a rural area and the farmers were probably having dinner. So with the Powa, one of the dogs, I walked to the middle of the field and just before getting to the reships I spotted something glittering on the ground. It was a magnificent stone the size of two fists covered in quartz crystals.
I still have the stone and harvested rose hips. I made medicine with the fruit and kept the crystal as a good omen that I was on the right track.
The original artwork of this painting lives in Windhoek, Namibia, with its patrons.
I had been on a quest for a year in 2022. Uprooted from the village I had called home for the previous seven years. I had packed up my home and stored my belongings in my friend Nathalie’s attic in Pernes-les-Fontaines while feeling my way to the next place that would become home.
Having done a few courses in energy work and, as a result, discovered the Aude Region, I had felt tug on my sleeve for a little village called Alet-les-Bains.
SO I kept an eye on Nomador, the pet-sitting platform I subscribed to, to see whether anything in that area would surface. As fate would have it, there was a need for a pet-sitter 15 minutes from Alet-le-Bains. Two dogs, two cats, three sheep and a horse. I was in.
In the month that I spent caring for Julie’s animals in La Frau Haute, I explored as many hiking trails around her home as I could. Working in the days and hiking in the evenings.
It was autumn going on winter and the landscape was turning to neutral hues of browns, yellows and greens as the vegetation lost its leaves.
The reships were all coming to full fruition, punctuating the landscapes with their bright red buttons. Julie had a thermomix machine in her kitchen which she welcomed me to use and I was determined to make my most of it.
I saw a massive bush of reships in the middle of a (private) ploughed field. It was a rural area and the farmers were probably having dinner. So with the Powa, one of the dogs, I walked to the middle of the field and just before getting to the reships I spotted something glittering on the ground. It was a magnificent stone the size of two fists covered in quartz crystals.
I still have the stone and harvested rose hips. I made medicine with the fruit and kept the crystal as a good omen that I was on the right track.
The original artwork of this painting lives in Windhoek, Namibia, with its patrons.
I had been on a quest for a year in 2022. Uprooted from the village I had called home for the previous seven years. I had packed up my home and stored my belongings in my friend Nathalie’s attic in Pernes-les-Fontaines while feeling my way to the next place that would become home.
Having done a few courses in energy work and, as a result, discovered the Aude Region, I had felt tug on my sleeve for a little village called Alet-les-Bains.
SO I kept an eye on Nomador, the pet-sitting platform I subscribed to, to see whether anything in that area would surface. As fate would have it, there was a need for a pet-sitter 15 minutes from Alet-le-Bains. Two dogs, two cats, three sheep and a horse. I was in.
In the month that I spent caring for Julie’s animals in La Frau Haute, I explored as many hiking trails around her home as I could. Working in the days and hiking in the evenings.
It was autumn going on winter and the landscape was turning to neutral hues of browns, yellows and greens as the vegetation lost its leaves.
The reships were all coming to full fruition, punctuating the landscapes with their bright red buttons. Julie had a thermomix machine in her kitchen which she welcomed me to use and I was determined to make my most of it.
I saw a massive bush of reships in the middle of a (private) ploughed field. It was a rural area and the farmers were probably having dinner. So with the Powa, one of the dogs, I walked to the middle of the field and just before getting to the reships I spotted something glittering on the ground. It was a magnificent stone the size of two fists covered in quartz crystals.
I still have the stone and harvested rose hips. I made medicine with the fruit and kept the crystal as a good omen that I was on the right track.
The original artwork of this painting lives in Windhoek, Namibia, with its patrons.
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