Thank you very much for this Martin Shaw. Your invitation warms my heart. These times pull me deep into the lap of ancient myth and story. The mind-boggling shared collective experience contrasted against our very own individual is absolutely asking to 'grow corn on my tongue' (I love this image! Thank you!). Leaving small prayers by the base of the old oak. Whispering love poems to our growing moon while wiping tears of grief for those that cannot breathe. Celebrating every blossom that opens, every broken eggshell on the forest ground. I have the space and need to revisit last nights dreams, weaving my own tapestry of symbols and meanings (and oh what a delight!). So despite all the dizzying uncertainty, smoke hole open, and poking through to the other side. And wowowowowow the stars shine bright!Because when sense fails the resonating of our imaginations can indeed help keep us sane.
On Apr 1, 2020 Emilia wrote :