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Mother my first companion

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My shoulders hunched, bunched and scrunched
I saw my chance to get a bit of body love and ease
” can I get a massage please?”
Sweet lady so petit with firm sensitive hands
A tender touch so sure and to me to reassure
So like the hands of my own sweet mama
She who has held and comforted me forever before
I cried and sighed and whyed and cried
I let go and breathed and softened a smidgen
I felt my heart go back to the start
And open and relax and feel a peace so brief
And I’m still bathing in gratitude
To this stranger who for an intimate moment was my mother and comforted me
How I cherish my connection with my mum

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When I was explaining to Lily why I was crying she said with her hand tightly in mine
“I never want to leave you mum, well maybe when I’m grown up to go to town to do some shopping or something!”
That melted me more

Dearest mamalata I am so joyfully anticipating a visit with you
Love Roselinde

The long dark night…

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New Moon in the Western sky at sunset Kuranda

In the hushed glow of new moon

an invitation to join the Candlenut Steiner community

with Winter Solstice forces gathered round

Lily and the beautiful handmade lantern lent to her

a parade of glowing gold and soft singing through the grounds

to the green, adorned with leaved spiral and central alter

children in a ring of gold

families in quiet witness

each class had different handmade lanterns and encircled the green

lights doused and deep invocations spoken

the single glow in the centre

our reminder of inner light

soft spiralling of glowing children

inwards to the light and kindle ones own flame

a quiet delight and gratitude welling in my soul

to witness and enjoin in ceremony

bathe in the singing night

my children close by

joy to ground here

feel and hear and sense the vibrancy around me

a deep breath

our first stop after the roadtrip

a blessing to help the intergration

my inner wobbly and wonky

i emerged into peace

blanketed by night and kissed by stars and candlelight

the magic of night

the beauty of that which is bright

may i remember in the long dark nights of my life

the shiningness

inspiredness

connection

kindness

one kind word

one kind deed

the moments we can create and say yes to

the moments we can hold our children in

then encourage them to fly into the experience of life

to feel their own centre

and find their own connections

to feel their own solitude in the journey

and know their connection to all

as a birth right

may peace and insight be with you

and me

as we turn once more to the sun

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with enormous gratitude to the Candlenut community for including us in your very special celebration

Grasses…

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open sprawls of dried grasses

endless shades of russet , gold and ochre with

vibrant greens the peeping understory

soaking up the new dew

echoed over with ghosts of great forests

how changing is the hand of man.

tall to hide the legs of beasts, they become

 horned cushions upon the carpet of whispering grasses.

aged grasses brittle and snappish

dried grasses flexy and weavish

spent grasses the nannies of the wet winters youth.

seed heads often lavender and chocolate

furry letters of hope to the earth

grasses native or traveller

which way did the wind blow you here?

surface dweller or deeply rooted

here for years or

pass with one season of romancing the winds.

grasses wild and uncut

grasses munched and shat

grasses a frivolous sunset frolic

grasses a hidey place

grasses a cushy place.

listen for the ode to grass on the breeze

chant freedom and original open prairies for grass!

let them dance their seed weighted fronds

in the winds of the whirled

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