Evening is drawing in. The water has settled into calm stillness. Tonight the warm hearts of my sisters in wildness stir new possibilities.
We are seeking a kind of wild time dreaming. Then one of them reminds me of Dawna Markova’s poem. I go back to her later, dipping in at random. Here she is recovering from her operation for cancer.
“You’re more than the sickness in that body…… You are not the pain in that body. It’s in there but you are more than that pain.”
In every sense this must be true of each of us. Touching souls is a delicate operation. Releasing hidden wings skyward.
A light wind whips up the water’s surface and it’s time to leave. I’m away towards the setting sun. Next time we will follow the track in the other direction. Back in time to the 15th Century, exploring an old church and graveyard.
Learning more about how to fall down in the grass.