Charnwood Grove organised and ran a number of creative writing sessions via zoom during the Covid lockdown 2 period, each session chose a specific subject and using some key inspirational words, the participants crafted these magnificent creations.
Session 4- Dreaming the Path
Ambient sound, laughter and muffled words.
Closing my eyes, I relax and absorb the delicious chaos of nothing important.
My weightless slumber overrides my conscious presence, and I am presented with a warm breeze filled with generations of experiences. I follow, unintentionally but at the same time compelled.
My anxiety builds I am unsure why, an old familiar face greets me, I sense I am in the past, not so far back, far enough to make the corrections needed.
There is a strong sense of expectation, I ask if she still waits for me, is she happy, are they together. The passage of time has no meaning here, where the past present and future dwell together, there is every answer to every question and all things are understood.
The Ancestors are the very essence of our lives, come with me as I follow the chatter, around the very next corner it is louder. There stands the one who will guide you and the weight is coming back, with a thud a loud noise brings me back to attention and I am comforted. The path is much clearer if I dare to follow…
Dreaming the Path
Wild ways and bundles of flowers, crazy leaves and green, green, green
What a path it is to dream ahead on – future me, yet to be walked towards
Tenderly waiting to be arrived at. I am so grateful to you.
All that you manifested, all the life which hasn’t happened yet.
The other world shadows dance behind us both. Sensing, joining,
Flanked by ancestors, a constant wave of you joining me.
These clothes I wear, some will still belong with you. This ground I tread on
I hope it will be your ground. These faces, voices, arms I wrap around me
Some will still be there with you, some gone. So many wild adventures
Yet to discover. The Janus gate, looking behind, yes I have lived.
So it’s a fair guess, yes, that I will live rich in becoming you, my beautiful old lady.
Will you dance on the edge? Will the world have changed so much around you?
Will there be mighty loss, etched on your form? Or will you be laughing and laughing
At the joy of it all, the discoveries of a heart which kept on flowering,
Until sunshine poured down and through just because? I trust that wisdom
Came with time. I trust you to find the way for me.
Yes, it’s exciting. Not knowing is a place full of promise. I love that future me
I love the wild ways and bundles of flowers I might have grown
Others will be tending this garden, others will carry
Some of my burdens and dutiful cares. As I will shoulder theirs.
Future me, past me, now me, all the me’s there have been, could be
All the you’s too – ancestors, people whose beingness has passed to me
All of us, we share the dreaming, the choices, the sense of maybe might could do
Loving hearts, flower bundles, streaming sun, shared from me – to future you.
Dreaming the Path
‘I am the way’, said one Divine,
The truth and the light, the bread and wine.
Yet there are many ways to follow,
On the Earth and through the hollow.
Ways through the tunnels where lava burned,
Ways along rivers where water churned,
Highways and by-ways, by foot or by car,
Through constellations, from planet to star.
Elen presides over journeys along
The deer trods, the flower path, pathways of song.
Drumming and rattling, I follow the beat,
Dreaming the storylines guiding my feet.
The Cycle of Life
I have known
Many mad springs like this,
New for old, and old for new.
Continue these cycles
Compost the old, create the new.
Life goes back and back and back.
And this is what it must always be;
A hovering, murmuring, buzzing bee,
Sipping nectar, dreamily.
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