watch the sea
waves keep coming, waves keep breaking
in all this change is constancy
I’ve been reminded of change lately – the passing of seasons, the rhythms of life. The fact that nothing lasts forever, but our memories hold our dear ones close.
Going out in the garden today it was heartening to see fresh green growth, and new flowers, even though we’re still in the midst of winter.
And my old cat is seeking warmth, a blanket, a knee, and today, a sunny corner of the couch. She is sleeping her days away – I hope her dreams are sweet.
shift your rhythms / attend to the night / tune in to moonrise and moonset / fluid and regular / dark in the light / light in the dark
Here’s my calendar page for June. I’ve been so busy and distracted by 9-5 work that I almost forgot to post this.
I’m definitely feeling the need to shift my rhythms – to accept getting up in the dark, getting home in the dark. I’m trying adjust to winter – to slow down and not push myself to do too much.
I welcome those bright clear winter days when they visit – but today is cloudy and cold – just me and a book bundled up keeping warm.
I’ve got some writing ideas underway – just taking me ages to finish things.
these trees are immigrants
keeping true to their long histories
continuing the customs of their ancestors
saffron, sienna, ochre, weld
these colours are deceiving
unlike flowers, they are not an invitation
rather, they are a sign of loss
and of a turning inward
as the trees begin withdrawing into themselves
conserving energy, preserving life-force
releasing all non-essential elements
leaves lose green and fall
to protect themselves
from winter’s chill
the trees hibernate above ground
they stand naked in the cold
heart kept warm deep in their centre
beating slowly, barely breathing
they stand quietly, patiently
winter – one long meditation
until the sun rings the zen-bell
and branch tips stretch, buds open
and the trees shake themselves awake
© Claire Griffin 2016