Painting in the dark, Lit by candles in the night. “Power” cut, eyes shut.
The sounds of the night walking down the track, listening, torch in hand, alert… the owls are calling, and badgers, hiding.
The woods are my church The birds and bats, my choir The priest, a badger.
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– Wild soul staring back Youth burning like a fire Keep going, down the track –
This morning this cow came to me, as a reminder: i must honour my duty, stories have been brewing. i know her. as I’m busy preparing and thinking about this coming workshop, she came and nudged me gently “keep going, do not stop but remember our story”.
There is a fierce lion(ess) in everyone, triggered by just one button. which one is it?
Not sure. Not sure. Not sure. Not sure. Not sure. Knot shur. Note sur. knot chour. a day to put in a bottle and spin it until everything inside it is all dizzy. Then throw it in the sea and see how far it goes. See the sea gulls. Sea the see gals.