A circle held, a life unfolding This card is built around a circle. A continuous pattern, interwoven and unbroken โ something ancient, something steady. I painted it in metallic tones so it catches the light, sitting against a deep indigo wash that feels like night settling in. At the centre, a small cluster of pink… Continue reading Full Pink Moon โ 2nd April
Author: Leah Mason
Ostara โ The Quiet Beginning
At the Spring Equinox the year comes into balance. Day and night stand equal for a brief moment before the light begins to lengthen and warmth slowly returns. Ostara is a festival of awakening, fertility and new life โ a time when seeds begin to stir beneath the soil and possibilities begin to take shape.… Continue reading Ostara โ The Quiet Beginning
Mothering โ A Motherโs Day Art Card
The next art card began with a simple drawing of a mug decorated with canal roses. What started as an idea for a Motherโs Day card gradually became a quiet reflection on mothering โ not just the role, but the everyday ways care is offered and received. The canal rose motif feels especially personal. My… Continue reading Mothering โ A Motherโs Day Art Card
Full Moon Art Card โ When Winter Begins to Break
There is something about this particular point in the year that always feels fragile. We are not fully in spring.It could still snow.There could still be icy mornings and hard ground. And yetโฆ The light is different. This weekend we did something we have both been putting off for months โ we cleared and sorted… Continue reading Full Moon Art Card โ When Winter Begins to Break
New Moon โ Turning Gently
Thereโs something about this point in February that feels different. Itโs still winter. Itโs still damp, and the threat of frost hasnโt quite gone. But the edge has shifted. The light is lingering a little longer. There are signs of movement beneath the surface. I can feel that in myself too. For this New Moon… Continue reading New Moon โ Turning Gently
Robin โ Holding Both
This time of year always carries memory for me. Today, on a date that was already marked quietly in my calendar, a robin arrived in the garden. He wasnโt dramatic. He didnโt stay long. He simply landed on the fence while I was planting bulbs โ small hopeful things pressed into cold soil โ and… Continue reading Robin โ Holding Both