As I mentioned in my Wednesday Re-post I have have had two hours dance workshop tonight. On my way home I took a long walk through city. To stretch tiered muscles, feel the puls of the city (haven’t been much of that for what feels like ages) and enjoy the beautiful sunset.
Few things makes me as happy as dancing.
As sunset clouds glow My mind fills with happy flow Rehearsing dance show
I definitely don’t have green fingers. I’m the worst at keeping indoor plants alive. Constantly forgetting to water and nourish.
Outdoor is another thing. Because in the garden grows things to eat. Chives, ruccola and salad. Rhubarb and several kinds of berries.
Today I picked the first homegrown strawberries of the year. Just one each. But they were surprisingly big for first berries. And tasted sweet as only sun ripe strawberries can.
Wether sun or rain When the strawberries ripens Summer has begun
When dusk comes in the middle of the day The sun reduced to a pale ring of fire What were the ancient learned wise ones to say When scared superstitious people inquire
That their actions attracted the Gods ire And now they have to pay the bloody price To avoid consequences most dire The most precious they must sacrifice
Or the world will turn to cold barren ice Devoid of all the Sun’s life giving warmth No longer this Aegean paradise But eternal night as in the far north
As the sacrifice bled and died they did say Now the sun will rise again day after day
The daylight is searing bright. The evenings are getting endless. There is no true night, only paler light. Soon dusk meets dawn in endless days. Only the sun and it’s rays. Morning, noon and midnight. Sleep is harder to come by in the endless light. The mind has trouble distinguishing day from night. Until the tired body wins the fight. And sleep comes with dreams of endless light.
As Midsummer nears Heart and soul grows light restless Sun energies flow
“Today we’re going to the big green slide. And on the way there we’re buying ice cream.” My youngest said after lunch today. So we did. Thankfully I found a bench in the shade as he went again and again in the tube slide.
We’ve had high summer temperatures for a few days now. I just came in from an evening walk and it’s still warm outside.
In the summer sun Life feels easier somehow Troubles blown away
After more than a year of isolation taking the commuter train to the other side of town felt like an adventure, like going somewhere new, even though I’ve been there lots of times. Arriving felt strange, the busy place I remembered nearly empty of people. No students at the campus. Even the university hospital was mostly quiet.
After getting a bit dizzy and light-headed after the shot I was kept under observation for an hour. When I emerged the grey overcast sky had turned to brilliant sunshine and summer warmth.
Like sun after rain getting the first vaccine shot fills the heart with hope
Looking for what to re-post for today’s wander in the archives this meditation poem gave me strength and peace of mind. Hope you can feel some of that too!
Enjoy!
The first warm sun rays of spring Warm upon my cheek A breeze turns it into gentle caress Brilliant light dances behind closed lids First spring touch kiss my lips Natures warm embrace surrounds me Comforting, healing Life affirming
The Goddess gently touches Starburst erupts Showering me with universal love Connecting me to me To every living thing Assuring me there will be a way A path out of darkness My trek dotted with oases of calm Peace, connection, love Moments of bliss
Secure points in a bewildering maze Built of old and new trauma Fear, sorrow, dark despair Life-ending depression
Inner trust and faith will guide me through Inborn strength a given armour Intelligens, wit and wisdom deduce true from false The quest might be lonely Yet aided by care and love Freely given, by friends yet to be found
Breathe Be still Accept Give thankfulness
Use your pen Jot both now and then Hone your craft Draft by draft Writing will illuminate Meditation germinate Revision concentrate New life emancipate
Last month I wrote Quietly Contemplating Continuation, trying to put words on the thought swirling in my mind. I had just signed up for the ekphrastic challenge – meaning interpreting art through poetry. It sounded like a fun colour splash in the dark of winter. I also thought it could teach me something.
It changed my process in regards to writing inspired by art. How I approach and look at each piece, taking notes, then let my impressions stew for a bit. For some reason it also made me stretch myself into using more complex forms I’ve previously struggled to accomplish.
The world according to RedCat 