Steady.

I'm a bit battle torn right now, had a nasty couple of weeks. But I am approaching a deeper layer in my healing now. A new chapter has begun. Today the sun is shining really brightly. So up and out I went, back to the trees. I've missed my silent gods and goddesses. I found a deep deep puddle on the top of the hill, in the grass. I waded into the middle of it until my feet felt held by invisible earthy hands. Steadied I stood softly, still, with my face to the sun and then I let go of myself. What a truly delicious, moment!

Slowly slowly,

How slowly and how beautifully the trees stretch themselves out and into the sky.

It's been a long while since I wrote this blog. I've been busy with this and that and have had no energy for it. No inclination.
I am now in the midst of a new flare-up. It's all consumming again and today a dead poet, Wendy Stern has presented herself to me. This poem resonates deeply.

I will have to, it seems,
Shed my skin for you,
And let it fall to my feet,
So you may see the very bones of me.

Make of it what you will,
For I will have nothing left to say then.

All out of forgiveness, you see.

Wendy Stern 2015: http://www.kshanti-poems.uk/



I'll get back to this writing thing. Gradually, bit by bit, piece by piece of me.