Battersea Power Station 2013 - the last exhibition

In 2013 the iconic London landmark, the Battersea Power Station, was finally about to begin redevelopment after decades of abandonment. The city held an open house event on the weekend of 21-22 September - for free - and forty thousand people passed through the massive mid-century icon over two days. wonder | wander | women were fortunate to be among those people!

#LivingWithInk | culture & identity

This week we are still celebrating the Lunar New Year of the Ox which started on February 12. Born and raised in the East and now living in the West, wonder | wander | women shine the spotlight on another Asian event as we continue to take you on yet another virtual tour. 

A Pair of Horses - Xu Beihong, Asian Civilisations Museum

Living with Ink: The Collection of Dr Tan Tsze Chor at the Asian Civilisations Museum presents highlights from the collection of Singapore's renowned art collector Dr Tan Tsze Chor. 

Time travel: Venice, 2005

Back in the days before smartphones and easy sharing, even digital pictures took forever to transfer and convert to a web-friendly format, and film was just a headache to digitise. Even with the few I posted when Facebook appeared, all the pictures I took stayed in my archives, like buried treasure.

San Giorgio Maggiore (under maintenance)

Nearly a decade before wonder | wander | women, I went on a trip to Italy with my cousins. We had just stepped out of the train station and got our first good look at Venice. 

Basilica di Santa Maria della Salute

Imbolc

A celebration of returning light, Imbolc is a Gaelic festival that marks the beginning of spring. Also called Candlemas (Christian), New Year (Tibetan, Chinese, Iroquois), Tu Bi-Shevat (Jewish). Goddess festival of Brigit, Brighid, Brigid (Celtic). It is our mid-winter celebration, prophecy, purification, initiation.

Our Lady of 10,000 Names, Suzanne Grace Mitchell, 2018

Breathe into emptiness.

Stir in the silence that winter gifted you. Touch new skin, the surprise aliveness, the contours winter revealed. There is an echoing silence that precedes every new thing. 

Imbolc is the insistence of the spring waters, pushing up through cold earth.

It is the restlessness of birdsong, the persistence of the sap. It is the dark that folds around all that is stirring, saying: Pace yourself, love. 

Imbolc calls us to be simple. 

We have nothing but what winter left us. We have nothing but our own stirring heartbeats and desires. Nothing but the fire in our bellies that warmed us through the deepest darks. 

It is time to polish ourselves.

To clear, clean, hone. To stand in the barest simplicity of our aliveness and promise ourselves to service, to spring. 

Make a simple promise.

To our wholeness, to becoming. Find the seed inside you, swollen with its own longing, that insists, with all the force of life, that it will sprout when the time is right. Simple, naked, clean, fiercely alive. 

~ Maeanna Welti © Mother Tongue Ink 2020

Brigid's cross