Muzu Creative

Sacral and sacred. Warm, illuminating, energising. Aglow with the passion of fire, I give you freedom, freedom to feel. Trust me. Pleasure, not forbidden, essential. Embrace me. The sweetness of Intimacy. Sensual connection. Surrender. Creation. The core of me. I invite you to embrace the artist within. Long languid afternoons with liquid inks and flower pressed paper. Charcoal smudged fingers and paint splattered feet. Prose and print making, creating your mark. Come, I call. Come play with me. Change. I give you permission. Whilst I wrap you in robes of saffron security, I encourage transformation. Feel your way, following your emotional map. Intuition is key. Feel and follow through. Take action. The scent of citrus and sandalwood soothes me. I am one with the energies of Citrine, Calcite and Carnelian. Cinnamon, honey and passionfruit feed me. Associated with water I give you access to flow, flexibility and fun. Second in a sequence of energy centres, not one gr

Pearly Shells, from the ocean Shining in the sun Covering up the shore When I see them My heart tells me that I love you, More than all the little pearly shells . We used to sing this as kids. While doing the dishes. A Hank Snow song sung over and over, passed down through the family. My grandmother would have sung with my mother and her sisters, sometime in the 50’S and I guess they just kept singing it. We sang it, while doing the dishes. Three girls singing, usually in harmony – without even knowing what harmony was. This stopped the arguing, the throwing of plates, flicking of suds, pulling of hair and other shenanigans. I’ve never sung it with my son or stepsons. They – glued to the electronic devices of their era   - do not know about the pearly shells. The dishwasher replaced tantrums of who’s turn it was and the half-arsed wipe down of the kitchen bench was always done with one hand and both eyes distracted by said chosen device. I think of my sist