Last night was so wonderful.
My new yoga class is located
in a school for the deaf.
It is very quiet.
A thick warm carpet softens all sounds.
The room is long
the ceiling is tall
The windows are high and narrow.
in a school for the deaf.
It is very quiet.
A thick warm carpet softens all sounds.
The room is long
the ceiling is tall
The windows are high and narrow.
Shallow upside down moons spill light across the ceiling.
Incense mimics a sandalwood fire.
Our instructor is wrapped in orange.
During meditation we drape soft yellow blankets
across our shoulders.
Incense mimics a sandalwood fire.
Our instructor is wrapped in orange.
During meditation we drape soft yellow blankets
across our shoulders.
The room reminds me of a
warm seductive
memory.
Stretching into an asana
I notice
a small star high above
bare silvery branches
and a midnight blue sky.
warm seductive
memory.
Stretching into an asana
I notice
a small star high above
bare silvery branches
and a midnight blue sky.
Once home I catch up on blogging.
Florian prepares our solstice fire.
In the oven
a chilli, chickpea, sweet potatoes and vegetable curry
to welcome back the sun.
Florian calls me.
We light the fire.
Small branches crackle.
Flames leap up.
The roof of our cob house is filled with stars.
Florian prepares our solstice fire.
In the oven
a chilli, chickpea, sweet potatoes and vegetable curry
to welcome back the sun.
Florian calls me.
We light the fire.
Small branches crackle.
Flames leap up.
The roof of our cob house is filled with stars.
We fit onto a straw bale and consume our curry.
The warmth of the fire
replaces the usual
in bed by ten routine.
I take photo after photo
trying to capture orange, blue and white hot magic.
The warmth of the fire
replaces the usual
in bed by ten routine.
I take photo after photo
trying to capture orange, blue and white hot magic.
We talk about this time last year
and how wonderful it will be living in our new house.
Tall mud walls stretch upwards,
and sink downwards.
Finished and half finished arches curve around.
An unlimited dark blue sky is filled with silver sparkles.
and how wonderful it will be living in our new house.
Tall mud walls stretch upwards,
and sink downwards.
Finished and half finished arches curve around.
An unlimited dark blue sky is filled with silver sparkles.
Eventually our eyes start closing.
We are ready to jump.
Over the fire
and into bed.
Florian leaps and then it is my turn.
I think of past achievements
I release a ball
of fear, competitiveness and anger.
My future dances past
I breathe deeply and I jump.
We are ready to jump.
Over the fire
and into bed.
Florian leaps and then it is my turn.
I think of past achievements
I release a ball
of fear, competitiveness and anger.
My future dances past
I breathe deeply and I jump.
We step outside.
Warm golden orange light glows
through spaces
destined for doors and windows.
Outside is cold and clear.
The moon is a rich
red yellow bowl
resting on the tree tops.
Our wolves wriggle their heads into scratch-able positions.
My heart expands
and swallows the night.
Florian’s warmth ,
the fire,
frolicking wolves,
delicate tree shadows,
the bright smell of the stars
and the promise of tomorrow.
Warm golden orange light glows
through spaces
destined for doors and windows.
Outside is cold and clear.
The moon is a rich
red yellow bowl
resting on the tree tops.
Our wolves wriggle their heads into scratch-able positions.
My heart expands
and swallows the night.
Florian’s warmth ,
the fire,
frolicking wolves,
delicate tree shadows,
the bright smell of the stars
and the promise of tomorrow.
Here is wishing you all a great after the solstice day.
"Although my personality may go through fluctuations, I am the self that never changes."
Archetypes on the tree of life. The tarot as pathwork.
Madonna Compton
Archetypes on the tree of life. The tarot as pathwork.
Madonna Compton
13 comments:
breathless
in your solstice fire
feel your peace spread
into the limitless blue
and your fear dissipate
and your heart
true
This sounds like a wonder, as much a wonder as you are.
Wow, that sounds wonderful.
I was in a trance while reading this post. Your words are like a blanket around my heart and your photos so deliciously complement your poetry. Thank you for reminding me of the true meaning of solstice (SOULstice).
god, i love you guys. both of you. am so glad F started his own space. the two of you.
i want to sit alongside you both with J and M and jump and dance.
oh, god, hel...i too was in a trance. such beauty, and wisdom in these words...but more than that. i don't know if i can explain it properly...but now, that i am celebrating the day after solstice with a glass of good bordeaux, and touching your hand through space.
do you remember how i wrote this post once about being on the mountain with all the bloggers i loved? it wouldn't be the same without you.
happy solstice, my witchy little goddess.
(and florian sounds divine. i've always had partners that were into most of what i did but not all of what i was into, and there's something so beautiful to me about the way you prepared your solstice celebrations together.)
I still remember the searing quality of that first blog entry of yours that I ever read. Do you remember which one? And since then, with every visit here, I know I am in the presence of a poetic soul. Selfishly, I wish you lived in Marrakech because I am needing such a friend in my life.
Since I'm reading this with a nagging and whining preschooler sitting on my shoulders I can't think of anything to say but, I loved that post and the images.
this sounded like a heavenly night. that fire! I wish I was there, too.
Beautiful, both the words and the images.
This is so beautiful. And such gorgeous pictures.
Am really in awe reading this...
WOW!!!
Thanks for visiting my page. I truly, truly appreciate it.
Thank you... :)
your photos here Hel and your words...how powerfully wonderful. i love your solstice ritual and the curry seemed like the perfect dish with it's rich, sometimes hot flavors. thank you.
In my heart I made a jump with you into my 45th year.
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