Resurfacing after diving deep,
I see in the rear vision where I have been.
It wasn't so clear whilst down below depths.
Diving deep requires stamina,
faith and a holding of breath.
It also requires letting go.
Returning with baskets full of insights
gained whilst drifting in deep sea darkness,
through the fog.
Spending time with beings and things
people and places that fuse and infuse,
the imagined and the real.
Into one long voyage,
that really only needs to be taken,
once in a lifetime.
Here are a few scenes from the journey,
taken the first winter after my mother's passing.
. . .
long walks by the sea
visiting museums and galleries
looking up at light houses
sketching with others in the city
watching towers take on stories
reading "Signature of all Things"
finding treasure, sketching mum's sewing things
shifting through the sands of time
then, two sisters appear, floating in dreams
meandering, allowing ebbing and flow
taking time out to see what lies ahead
and finally seeing a heart in the sand.
It's been a special time and now as the wildflowers begin to emerge,
there's a calling in my soul to return home from the sea.
Although now I know the sea will never leave me.
Hope you've enjoyed this year's Winter Dreaming Series of three posts