I haven’t posted for a while but things have been growing and changing, not least the weather!
I have been seeing things in a new light through an on online course with the Therapeutic Writing Institute. “Writing from the body” with Debbie McCullis is providing a rich source of insights and ideas, and a lovely affirming online community to share with.
Themes of remembering our childhood bodies, using our senses and our bodies in nature have been highlighted for me. Yesterday I spent a glorious sunny hour at a local nature reserve – an Iron Age hill fort called Badbury Rings.
This ” poem” emerged as I experienced the sensuous connection between my own body and the natural world I was experiencing.
Child with Mother
A gentle hand of cool breezes
wipes my sweating face,
lifting and stroking my hair
as a mother soothes her feverish child.
I calm, and settle to the rhythmic beat
my feet tread a path of crushed velvet,
bare legs caressed by a fringe of swaying grasses,
tickled by playful curling brambles.
I am enchanted by a mobile of dancing butterflies
and tuneful crickets serenade a lullaby
accompanied by humming red winged bugs
hovering on bouquets of yellow orange stars
and constellations of daisies.
Shaded by parasols of cow parsley
I lie on a deep honey scented blanket
of purple clover and soft blue harebells
Wrapped in lacy shawl of white chalky paths,
spilling down steep banks and hills,
in spreading quilt of greens, textured and pieced,
edged by distant coast of sea and cliffs.
I am bathed in warm golden liquid,
sprinkled with tingling powder of sun rays,
I am embraced in the arms of clear blue sky
held by the watching eye of the silver moon.