For Imbolc, a poem from The Inbetween
motherfabric.
Don't ask me where these words come from. They just appear out of thin air.
Bluebirds!
Inspiring...as always
Love this piece, love you
Aw, thanks Rog. I love you, too!
Absolutely stunning.
This was such a beautiful invocation of the Imbolc turning. Reading it reminded me of the sentiment behind the phrase, "when you were a mere twinkle in your mother's eye".
I love that! Thanks Lydia, and thank you for reading.
This is excellent. I like the lines about:
"A good traveler leaves no trace
But I am the the tracks"
Also, I love that collage image - thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Neil!
I love this. Spring is coming to we carbon lifeforms.
soo beautiful 'I will long for a mother and a home and the safety of a nest
Not knowing that the whole thing is me
That the seed and the yolk, the temporary housing, the silently held hunger
Are all just a film across our eyes' ah yes, the film also the line about the soles of their feet made me cry
I'm so glad you enjoyed this, and that it reached in and got you. Thank you for reading, commenting, and restacking!
your poem elegy does much more
Wrapping you up in a blue bubble of healing light - belly breaths and deep grounding into the mother XxOo🩵🦋🌎
I feel it. Thank you.
motherfabric.
Don't ask me where these words come from. They just appear out of thin air.
Bluebirds!
Inspiring...as always
Love this piece, love you
Aw, thanks Rog. I love you, too!
Absolutely stunning.
This was such a beautiful invocation of the Imbolc turning. Reading it reminded me of the sentiment behind the phrase, "when you were a mere twinkle in your mother's eye".
I love that! Thanks Lydia, and thank you for reading.
This is excellent. I like the lines about:
"A good traveler leaves no trace
But I am the the tracks"
Also, I love that collage image - thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Neil!
I love this. Spring is coming to we carbon lifeforms.
soo beautiful 'I will long for a mother and a home and the safety of a nest
Not knowing that the whole thing is me
That the seed and the yolk, the temporary housing, the silently held hunger
Are all just a film across our eyes' ah yes, the film also the line about the soles of their feet made me cry
I'm so glad you enjoyed this, and that it reached in and got you. Thank you for reading, commenting, and restacking!
your poem elegy does much more
Wrapping you up in a blue bubble of healing light - belly breaths and deep grounding into the mother XxOo🩵🦋🌎
I feel it. Thank you.