There is this place, not so very far along the Serpentine Road where an old woman sits in the tree, waiting, for the right person, the right donkey, to stop and come into her garden. I cannot tell you how far down the road she is, anymore than I can tell you how long the piece of string I am holding is. What I can tell you is that if you go through the door and into the world behind the fence you may be surprised. Rumour hath it that she reads soulful soles. It is said that there are rooms full of the soles of travellers. Perhaps you and your companion donkey will call in and leave sole prints in the House of Soles.
Some passengers of the SS Vulcania have responded to the call of the piper and they are travelling overland, on Donkeys. Each night at twelve midnight donkeys wait in the stable behind the Swan and Rose Inn, ready to take newcomers on the increasingly, well todden road most travelled.To Travel With A Donkey is to accept the challenge and embark on a fantastical journey that will irrevocably change you. This is the chance to work with Enchanteur and drink magical mead from the cauldron of creativity
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April 23, 2009 at 1:38 pm
Megan Warren
wonderful news Heather – glad to see you got back on that horse – err donkey
April 23, 2009 at 2:25 pm
woodnymph
I love the image. Glad you are into drawing again. You have the talent.
Vi
April 23, 2009 at 3:21 pm
lepetitecureuil
I feel a poem bubbling up and out…
April 23, 2009 at 6:02 pm
jill
A deep sigh escaped me as I looked at your picture – I am so pleased you are drawing again Heather, the feel of this image is very peaceful to me. I clicked into the link for the sole prompt – I shall do this, what a great idea
April 23, 2009 at 10:11 pm
gailkav
She’s back! It’s never quite the same without your drawings.
April 24, 2009 at 1:03 am
celticsea
So you have reunited with yourself…and created a great picture for the House of Soles. I know that your soul must feel at peace when you have your art materials in hand.
April 24, 2009 at 1:58 am
lois (aka Druscilla)
I passed that house with the tree with the woman sitting high atop its branches which I believe is in Scotchmere st on Thursday 23.4.09. It looked beautiful, peacefull and as the sun set on the front porch I was reminded of all the happiness it has outside and inside over many years of my visiting..I am sure I heard the laughter of a man calling my name and asking me ” “Have you found a Bloke yet ?”
I did not alight from the car I was travelling in with Greek friends as they were out to see relatives who had been ill and was just along for the outing on the day…I did not realise I was going to the neighbourhood where the tree grows where the woman sits and reads the SOLES……
As is said ” All the rooms have had at one time or another travellers who came to visit and partake of the magic and hospitality and creativity within”We were the smartest of travellers, we women knew of that house and often kept it secret from others as we wanted it for ouselves and those of like mind ..
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I can only tell you all that there were many hundreds I met and others I did not meet so if you look carefully on the worn bluestone step leading through the large front door into the high ceiling passage way you will see their footprints on the worn and warm polished floor boards…
Rooms lead off as you travel along the passage way into the room of magical creativity …turning right following your nose to the smell of strong coffee ..you then let go the tensness and gather around the circular timber table or sit on the comfortable couch or in arm chairs surrounded by books writing materials gathered precious mementos and meaningfull artifacts from around the world..
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I travelled there weekly over many many years and even if I had to come by DONKEY I would not have missed one night or one day or one afternoon .
Lois ( Muse of the Sea) Port Melbourne Friday 24.4.09
April 24, 2009 at 3:35 am
cronelogical
Good to see you working with drawings, Fran
April 24, 2009 at 4:15 am
Lori
I have so missed your drawings. I’m glad to see you making them again.
April 24, 2009 at 5:54 am
Sally
I am so happy to see this drawing! The tree is perfect and the limb so familiar. We were always barefoot, too, as our flip flops were forever falling off…which was a little scary for if the donkey knocked us off, we would have to run across the orchard or river banks barefoot. Ouch! Owie!
April 24, 2009 at 7:47 am
Alexis
ah…barefoot…my favorite way to go around!
April 24, 2009 at 9:00 am
imogen88
She looks as free as a bird! Beautiful, Heather! Soulful and free, just how it is meant to be. Love it.
April 24, 2009 at 8:12 pm
Tabitha
I love that you are drawing again – I’ve missed them.
Good for you.
April 26, 2009 at 12:25 pm
Thalia
I looked to see if the images in the tree were soles or leaves… I think they are leaves or maybe the ambiguity is on purpose. ARound here one can come across, now and again, trees with laced shoes and tennis shoes hanging from the branches. The first ones I saw astounded me but now I am use to seeing them.
May 11, 2009 at 6:45 pm
Tricia
finally manage to upload by first ’sole’ doodle… if anyone would care to take a look…. very thought provoking Heather….
August 11, 2009 at 8:08 pm
Genece
Heather, I really like your newest drawing. The patterned leaves, the glasses on the nose, feet dangling while the raven is close, the donkey and the soulful sole. There’s something mysterious about those glasses…