Tag: love for the land

She calls

I can hear her calling. Hardly there like a whisper it is carried by gentle wind. There is no force or vigour in that call, just a brush on my being making awareness known that she is waiting, she is there. There is comfort… Continue Reading “She calls”

Writing reawakened

Writing gives me this rich, luxurious, extremely pleasant feeling that buzzes through my arms and into my fingers (just like magic does when I am in that dimensional self) and then the feeling settles right in my heart and in my throat and everywhere… Continue Reading “Writing reawakened”

Who would I be?

What would it feel like if I had you? Who would I be amidst your wild beauty? A beast brave and strong A delicate flower smelling like heaven Or myself, just as I was born into the skin of this earth How would we… Continue Reading “Who would I be?”

A dream…

Oh how I just want to go and not return As I would be home at last and forever This separation seems more and more pointless like waiting for nothing and everything It is right there. I can feel the land’s beating heart within… Continue Reading “A dream…”

I love it so much it hurts

I love it so much it hurts. The land welcomes me this time with open arms and I feel nothing but warmth and nurture. I feel at home and I instantly recognise that familiar smell of the land, which I know well. It is… Continue Reading “I love it so much it hurts”