let my focus be as bright as fire… let my approach be as warm as flame… that my arms hold you all in warm welcome… i offer you something to eat… food for thought…
here you will find articles containing my musings, poetry, or a scrap of tattered beauty offered in the north west wind… the clumsy, hole-ridden weaving that is my life
younger, racing over the earth’s surface, i was still earth bound… the sea soothed me in a way i only now begin to understand.
now i sit stiller than i ever have… i am coming home… i know now i belong to england as surely as she has me in her teeth… i lower myself into her earth… special places allow me to feel held by her… a place where she holds me… and challenges me… a place of magic and metaphor…
the moon… she holds me firm… i bathe in her light reflected from the sun… knowing that her life is so long, and mine so short calms me…
my life will be very short… shorter than a yew tree by far, but much longer than my ancestors… yet longer by far than a badger, or an eagle, or a raven… what will I do with this time? will I fritter it away? or will I rise? short. ok then, better make it fiery…
here i follow the threads through the forest
here i open the door into blackness with an intake of excited breath
here i follow the roots and their gaps down into the earth
“Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that’s why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.” pablo neruda
Oh, how beautiful your words are… people like you give me hope!
Thank you very much Sara
I know you wrote this some time ago, Nina, and I’m sure I’ve read it before, but alighting upon it again today – in these new strange times – it feels particularly moving and resonant. Reading this feels calming and grounding. Thank you and much love.
Thank you! I reread it and yes, I agree… need to get back to this! Thank you for the reminder! Xx