Over the past year I have moved to the countryside in the gorgeous Co. Wicklow. I left behind the big city of Dublin that was the backdrop of much of my artistic inspiration for years, and traded it in for magic and quietude and a lot of time to think.
The mainstay of my thoughts have been with nature and developing my listening skills. Listening to the rain on the tin roof of the house, the bird song in the morning and all through the day, the rutting of deer in the forest in October and the cries of little lambs in the fields. The sounds of the wind in its many guises thundering or swishing gently up the lane are something extraordinary that I had never before heard.
One of the other elements of living in the middle of no-where was the element of hiding. Hiding away is a nice feeling when it is ‘allowed’. In the hiding I have been drawing, listening, writing, singing and being very true to my inner nature. Now is time to share the fruits over the next while and get back to this neglected blog. It might not last, or it might, but it sure feels nice to be writing again today.
Sifting through
Lifting the old ones
the brown ones crisp and tawny on the surface
Out beneath the grass rocks
Dark, wet tendrils of last summer’s charms
slither. I turn them up to meet
the air. Over the fork in my hand
they weave
they want my hand on their backs to teach them touch.
Look under when all is mulch-
green shoots! A sign of spring returning.
The dead can sit at the side
a day longer.
For tomorrow comes the hum and trim.