tenderness, the peach golden glow of dawn beneath a light mist, i emerge sleep befuddled from tent, to pause, then breathe,
a majestic tree stands alone in the field. center. nary the slightest stir of air, stillness manifest
a single leaf detaches itself, begins its slow fall to the ground, no flounce, without pirouette… ‘there is only grace’
whilst it drops through the canopy, a dry dead leaf rattle, as it jostles and brushes against the other leaves
to the ground, surrender… drip by drop, scale by scale, leaf by leaf… necessary. this, the giving up
dancing in the woods… am i going to roll around in the dirt and leaf mulch? of course!
take a pile of leaves in hand, allow them to waterfall out and cascade down to cover me
personally, looming grief, lots to ponder and summon in this autumnal season
to end the dance, face down, nose buried in earth, the warm, sweet, foetal fungal smell of rot,
a body lies atop me, this comforting weight, others
her heartbeat above, ‘Her’, mother earths, slumbersome heartbeat below
a ring of shaggy ink cap parasol mushrooms, minuscule dew daubed cobwebs… a fractal, fine grained beauty, life energy moves in swirls and spirals
else catching leaves, usually a tumultuous floundering giggle, this time one came almost to hand
a perfect tiny oak leaf, lobed, i made a wish, then later, a gift to the sweet natured pregnant woman i’d just been chatting with, ‘for you and your baby’
aww had a lovely time at the festival at emerson, so many vibrant, fascinating folk to chat with. to eat together is always is a boon, a blessing and a bond… delicious yum grub too!…. to be few, yet many.. .. a lovely gamut of workshops, summoned most of the possible moods, singing, dancing, water energy… soothing music… oh and a powerful ritual too… an honour to try to hold space for the testimony of so many women…
each of them expressing a unique blend of emotions… such courage, honesty and openness… let this sadness too, flow to earth… healing
no picture this post, words mostly shared for myself, autumn, obviously, often an inner time
but mostly… thank you x