Charnwood Grove organised and ran a number of creative writing sessions via zoom during the Covid lockdown period, each session chose a specific subject and using some key inspirational words, the participants crafted these magnificent creations.
Session 4- Healing
Healing
The feather trembled as she held it lightly over the meridians of the woman’s body. Suddenly it dipped, sharply, almost touching the woman’s heart.
The healer looked; not with her eyes but with her mind, opening her third eye to journey deeply into the woman’s body.
Images bombarded her: barbed wire twisted around the woman’s heart, blackened, bloody, weeping wounds at every touch point.
Here was pain. Here was trauma. Worst of all it was self-inflicted.
What mental anguish could have led to this? What fragmentation of the soul? What burden of blame did this woman perceive to be hers, and for what crime?
Healing
Brilliance of light, flowing not just down
But through, within, directionless
Directed by our hope, our harmony, our delight
In pure sensation. No me, you, them
The birds speaking to us, also the grass
And the trees. Can you heal me, rock?
Can you bathe me to betterness, river stream?
How does this work anyway? Well,
Close your eyes, breathe a while, listen
Let it in. It’s just not-me, not-you, not-us
All bundled in together. Time is make-believe
Space also. Something about matter? A tissue
Of story, of thinking, of our shared belief
Oh the story of healing, the story of plenty
The story of hope, redemption and completion
The shadow and the light, the flowers and the smoke
The great dark cave and the winding path, so full
Of people all seeking some kind of salvation
I will stop trying, and do being. Still. Light, love
And the great gift of here we are, together again, at last….
Healing
The tension builds like static
Constant noise and confusion
Attention demanding devices switched to silence
Tight shoes come off
The cool damp grass acts as a conduit
I wonder into the envelope of trees
Feeling the air sparkling with their energies
A warm shaft of sunlight radiates
Directing to a place of tranquility
Lying down I feel my pains releasing
The sound of the running stream is symbiotic with the breeze, carrying birdsong to my ears
I reach out a feel the connection of nature without actually touching
It is part of me, I am part of it and we are both fragile
Energies intermingle with mine, soothing my soul
Celebrating the wonder of the Universe in ritual
The bright beauty of the central fire
Emits a comforting, tingling blanket of belonging.
Healing
My spirit comes alive today
My spirit hums through dappled sun
Where grasses and white flowers sway.
My spirit walks along the way
Beyond the trees
Beyond the woods
Beyond the gently buzzing bees
That float like motes in silvered shafts
Upon this glorious, living day.
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