To sustain the self Is fraught with complexities, I remain alive. Hello All, I hope you have enjoyed your Sunday! I’ve not been physically or mentally able to write or blog post this last fortnight. I won’t bore you with all the details but it is due to a domino effect of connected flare-ups…
Our mothers’ mother
speaks within the ancestry
of bees and flowers.
Happy Sunday Everyone! I hope you’re having a good day? If not there’s still time. This is one of two posts for this week’s ‘Sustainable Sunday’. Its sister post is full of hope and positive action. Do you have a personal story to share about trying to live more sustainability? I’d love to hear, celebrate…
One of two poems:
we lit candles after
their names and tales on our ears
flames flickering, like souls.
You may not see our battle scars,
but know this; we are not victims
we are this world’s warriors.
(*trigger warning – depicts a dystopian future) Do not ask where the ancestors are in this great, lonely city, for they are all around. Do not ask where the guardians of this lone child are, for they are with her every step. They go before her and follow after. They raise her up though she…
with our will, ease
these dangers and perils;
we will burn these injustices.
mind cataloging the shifting circumference
as sentiments deposit sediment
and their sands stretch wide and far,
and it feels i hear every footfall
until all i can hear is thunder
and still air …
I have stood guardian
Through trials untold
In each frozen season,
Seen empires built and burned,
To those who sought on lonely roads
I have stood guardian,
of would-bes and was
spilling into each other
in needed trust, begin,