Surviving Life's Challenges Archives • Annabel Du Boulay

On My Newborn Son’s Paralysis
20.05.19
Creativity, Parenting
A Smile Worth Waiting For
20.05.19
Parenting
I can cope. I am strong. Bring it on.
03.05.19
Parenting, Therapy
The Next Generation of Wisewomen Warriors
10.04.18
Parenting, Spirituality
Are You Manifesting?
06.04.18
Events, Therapy
A Film for Wisewomen-Warriors
11.03.18
Campaign, Creativity
Gnostic Goddess Prayer
24.02.18
Spirituality
Dance In The Rain
23.02.18
Spirituality, Therapy
The Smile in His Eye
06.02.18
Parenting, Therapy
Who is a Wisewoman-Warrior?
19.01.18
Campaign, Therapy
‘On My Newborn Son’s Paralysis’ Poem
12.01.18
Creativity, Parenting, Therapy
Me Too Poem
10.01.18
Campaign, Creativity, Therapy

The wheelbarrow was first used in the Temple of Eleusis in Ancient Greece where their religious rites, the Eleusinian Mysteries, were held each year by the cult of Demeter and Persephone, the Harvest myth upon which my novel The Serpent’s Tale is founded.

In this poem, it is the symbol of unity, of the alchemical Sacred Marriage between red and white, female and male, and of our relationship with Mother Nature and Her infinite cycle which mirrors the life-cycle of our Souls from birth to growth to decay, death and rebirth.

The reappearance of the sun after the rain reminds us that although the storm may bring turmoil to our lives, it also purifies us, rebirthing us out of the darkness into the light of hope and renewal, with the white chickens symbolising our loved ones seeking shelter with us from the storm.

I was inspired to start writing my blog whilst following my horses around their paddock with a wheelbarrow. I have weathered many storms in my life, dragged heavy loads through muddy fields to return with my wheelbarrow cleansed by the rain and full of Harvest gifts to share.

It is my way of reaching out a feathered wing of friendship to you. As you sign up below to join our Avalon Rose private FB group and receive my blogs, we welcome you to our Circle – may you be cleansed by the rain, renewed by the sun and supported by our friendship.

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On My Newborn Son’s Paralysis

A Smile Worth Waiting For

I can cope. I am strong. Bring it on.

The Next Generation of Wisewomen Warriors

Are You Manifesting?

A Film for Wisewomen-Warriors

Gnostic Goddess Prayer

Dance In The Rain

The Smile in His Eye

Who is a Wisewoman-Warrior?

‘On My Newborn Son’s Paralysis’ Poem

Me Too Poem

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