The Awakening

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Dear Monty,



I have almost felt like giving up writing to you, maybe it's a bit like how Virginia Woolf describes writing in her diary ...' the worst of writing is that one depends so much on praise. I feel rather sure that I will get none for this story; and I shall mind a little.'

Awakening

An un-lived life to be lived

Potent

Spears cut the cold membrane of soil

Hope returns.




I would bring you gifts -

Coffee in bed, flowers

But 'the ebb and flow of the tide of life'

Washes over me.


I dream of the white cotton

Your grassy bed

The uplands

The soft cushion of bracken.




I think of the spring from where you came

Gushing forcefully out of geology

The geology of our roots

Our minerals

Our skin and bone

The hills and the river

Our home.





Paul.

Comments

  1. Marigold Jam19 February 2017 at 20:15

    Don't give up I enjoy your posts and this one with such lovely photos is a quiet moment of reflection for me too.

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    1. Paul Steer19 February 2017 at 21:52

      Thank you so much for this encouragement - quiet reflection is an essential for living. x

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  2. Unknown4 April 2017 at 02:53

    Wow, Paul - always appreciate and enjoy your beautiful words and joyful images. Thanks for sharing!

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