Love found art. So much of it about.
@RAC
Love found art. So much of it about.
@RAC
There is a truth in growing!
A morning of sowing seeds
and the greenhouse
with trays filled with deeds
We need to sow more
than one kind of seed
its an obvious metaphor
There is always time to grow!
Memories and messages
I remember that day
on the beach at Smirisary
three generations of women
skinny dipping jumping waves
cresting clear blue waters
and looking out to Eilean Coille.
Another day
another journey
hills grey and laden
with mist.
The swallows flight
in the lane
ahead of me
brought you
and our friendship
into my thoughts
and the memory
of our last talk
You were eighty
and the cancer
that had bitten
hard into you
had won its battle
I remember
you’d just disclosed
that you were abused
as a child
and you knew
I was speaking
at a meeting
with those caring
for the young
the damaged
and abandoned.
So I asked
what message
you’d want me to give.
“Work out of your
heart with love
not from your head alone”
you said.
I asked whether
we are able
to teach
how to show
compassion
“You do it all the time.
Apart from to yourself.
Be kind to you.
Don’t give it all away.
Keep some behind”
I’m constantly
surprised
by the kindness
of the body
to release
small memories
in ways
that ease the pain
of loss and the hardness
of leavings.
Your message
remains.