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a night of poems & black wings

a night of poems & black wings

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Scars taste of moonlight











Strange Fairytales






Shine Wild











Wilderness of scars















Lightening Scar







Forest of scars








Joining the Beautiful Freaks Fest 2

Thanks to our lovely hosts

Magaly, Emma & Rommy






Your scars are beautiful



Thanks for visiting











13 comments:

Magaly Guerrero said...

My heart is thumping, thumping... dancing with delight right now! I think no on can look at this images (the red candles are pure mild magic), drink the moonlight you've poured into every line and not want to add their soul-song to them... Scars are door-building-magic, transformation's calling card, flesh-tales that say to the world: Look at me, I am a living masterpiece. And your art, my dearest Victoria, shows us all that in the most delicious of ways...

Thank you sooo much for adding your wild magic to the Beautiful Freaks Fest. I love, love, love it! ♥❤️♥

Victoria said...

Magaly!!! deep thanks,my soul shimmers and my heart is smiling at your beautiful and heart-warming words! I truly appreciate the magic you shine out and how much you inspire me and everyone around you..I love all that you wrote here..you are sparking up my soul with gorgeous wisdom and beauty..thank you!
hugs and much love creatrix sister..you are one wild magical woman!

Rommy said...

The words and imagery here are pure magic, extolling the enchantment of scars. I really adore this bit: Unwilling to die or be destroyed my flesh became a wilderness of beautiful scars. That just sings of an indomitable spirit determined to grow as strong and wild as they can.

Victoria said...

Rommy
Thank you..and thanks for such beautiful words...indomitable spirit...swoon, I love that, the thought of growing even more wild and strong is a magical thought.

Nicolas Hall said...

Well. . . I have never made this correlation before but. . .

All the scars I have are tied to childhood. Tied to the events and places that would, one day all these years later, call me back to their magic where I now see I always needed to be. They are like portals to that world. And I can recall how, often, when I was feeling lost in life, I would stare at them.

In particular the one in the center of my palm that is now so much smaller than it seemed at the age of seven. The one that is the only visible reminder of something I would never think to need help in remembering. . . or would I? After all, bruises heal, holes in brick walls and broken furniture are all replaced, good as new. The car that caused it long since gone I am sure. If not for that tiny scar, would I have pushed it away, miracle of grace that was and all? Would I have forgotten it, forgotten the voice that came from nowhere and commanded me to "lay down" a moment before? Would I have allowed that defining moment to be left behind in the rush to be something more adult and, by that choice, something undoubtedly less?

It's not the only scar from that event though. When I went home this past year and my mother told me to lift the living room rug (she had recently had all the old wall to wall removed and the wood floors redone) and there, under the area rug, the only scar the house itself bears from that night near to forty years ago. . . the burn mark from the tire that spun, searing itself in place once the car had come to a stop sitting over my prone seven year old body. Just one tiny scar. . . linked to another. Yes, I need to write about that. . . thank you Victoria for lighting the way with courage and wonder. :)

Oh I am sorry this was so off the topic of wanting comment on how wonderful your own post and expression was. Yes, it touches and inspires. . . obviously. : )

Victoria said...

Nicolas Hall
Wow Nicolas! This was a riveting and powerful read..thanks for sharing your inner world with me and the potent stories of long ago..your words and insights are steeped with deep seeds of energy, wisdom and magic. ..and I appreciate them all. I am touched and very glad you could share this here. It is indeed amazing, the magic and power of that one scar you received since being seven years old!
Thanks for visiting and adding your magic here
Victoria

Holly said...

Sorry I'm a wee bit late for the party. Lovely images and words I feel you all the way down to my core. Many blessings to you this upcoming Halloween and throughout the rest of this year.

Magic Love Crow said...

Thank you Victoria, for a beautiful, moving post! Very powerful your words are! Touched my soul! Big Hugs!

Tammie Lee said...

Dear Victoria,

This is powerful and beautiful and mystical.
Also it could not be more perfect for me as i ponder emotional scars that need to be resolved.

Thank you, thank you. I am off to read this again and let it inspire and sink in.

Victoria said...

Tammie Lee

your words touch my soul...deep thanks my magical friend for sharing your beautiful heart. Thank you!!

Victoria said...

Magic Love Crow

Thanks so much Stacy for such super generous words!

Victoria said...

Holly
Wishing you the same my sweet friend..thanks for shining your magic here.. always appreciated!

Sim said...

Dear Victoria,
Even if‬ I'm not on blog-land at the moment, I think of you and wish you and yours all the best for the festive season from my deep heart.
Sim.

seeds of creativity~

Themes of transformation & transiting through cycles of life, breath, death & healing seem to seep into my work. Nature, magic, creation & the ever-morphing seasons are a constant guiding force & inspiration.
~victoria pettella~

By Candlelight

By Candlelight

Visit Summer's Veil

Autumn' sLight

Autumn' sLight

A natural draw to the experimental side of things

*CREATION IS ALWAYS AWAKE , IT LIVES UNCAGED & FREE, NO RULES TO FOLLOW , ONLY NEW SEEDS TO EXPLORE~victoria pettella*


where I have been lately *dream with me here


wander with me

poeme

poeme

beautiful creatures

beautiful creatures

)0( ***

raven in love with the moon

raven in love with the moon

black feathers

black feathers

ghosts of introversion

ghosts of introversion

Within

Within
visit sacred space...

a u r a

a u r a

colors

colors

g h o s t b i r d

g h o s t b i r d

** ethereal dreamworlds **

** ethereal dreamworlds **

visual potions ~by candlelight

visual potions ~by candlelight

wander through the veil with me

Poems seeking light

Poems seeking light

To all the rare flowers

To all  the rare flowers

**b e a u t i f u l ** s o u l s**

We are all strange and unusual; flawed, broken and beautiful ~victoria pettella

shadows & souls

shadows & souls

moonlit flora spells

moonlit flora spells

visual potion~ sun, shadow & strings

visual potion~ sun, shadow & strings

sacred spaces~

sacred spaces~

** symbolic visions **

)O( ***

Nature is a Meditation

Nature is a Meditation

visual spells ) o (

visual spells ) o (

one night the stars... let me in

ash and seed

ash and seed

uncaged & free

uncaged & free
a beautiful storm

spark~illumination~transformation

spark~illumination~transformation

Creative Encounters & Kindred Spirits

I love to meet and connect with fellow creatives! I have a deep appreciation for all artists, creative thinkers, unique souls.
While my nature is mostly introverted and I thrive as a hidden -solitaire, I have found connecting with other creative-spirits to be profoundly nourishing and deeply magical in ways my soul understands. To those I have met along the way that have enriched my life with your art-music-writing-creations-passion-energy-open-mindedness....I thank you immeasurably ! and to those I have reconnected with..thank you for giving me a sense of community in a world I always felt on my own in. Thank you for these creative encounters, they have transformed me.

solitary world

solitary world

the unseen

the unseen

releasing the shadows and returning to light

releasing the shadows and returning to light

visual poems..

visual poems..

sunskulls & wolf-bones ~ a cave of songs & poems

sunskulls & wolf-bones ~ a cave of songs & poems

new soul

new soul

Dark Blooms

Dark Blooms

you were always meant to be free

gothic spell

gothic spell

u n v e i l

The Bird whispered to the stone

The Bird whispered to the stone

The Secret Realm

The Secret Realm
What is behind the door of shadow and light...