A Journey. That’s what I’m on.
A life: precious, infinite, jagged, raw, messy, gritty, tender, soft and yielding.
All those things.
We all have wild, beautiful spirits and the capacity to heal and grow, to become whole and unencumbered.
It’s all about connection.
Connection with life, connection with others, connection with the natural world..connection with ourselves.
I’m just on my way.
When I lost my eldest daughter Lily in 2009, I dropped into a strange world desperate grief, shock and disbelief, but also into a place of deep love, knowing and beauty.
A doorway to a new way of being.
By nature independant and private, (accursed words) I was forced out of my comfortable, aneasthetized busy busy ways.
Forced to CONNECT… .and accept support and love
Forced to STOP and listen:
To the flicker of the raven’s wing and the mouse’s sigh.
To STOP and see :
The glint of dawn on the foxes back, the flurry of a white dove’s wing.
Forced to STOP and feel
A wound searing me like a branding iron; the sun glancing on my cheek; love, joy, grief.
To STOP and connect.
This is what I do.
I write…….to make my bones shiver with the truth of the word,s as they dance from my heart onto the page.
I paint colours which make a vibrato in my belly and dance by my eyes like a symphony.
I gather the hedgerow plants and take their wild energy into my family to heal and nourish.
I allow myself to drop into the beat of a butterfly’s wing, to sink into the pale flamboyance of a primrose.
I open my eyes to see the pain in others, the joy, the sorrow, the gladness.
I try to open my heart.
I’m just learning.
Lily is with me, even when I am too busy to hear her. My four remaining children are with me, even when I am too busy to hear them. My partner is here….. I am here.
You are here. Why don’t you stay a while, brew a herb tea settle down? You are very welcome friend.
Love Henrietta xx