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.
