
takes me back to my journey with
my teacher margaret-mary...
almost 30 years ago.....
during lammas ... walking on bodmin moor..
each foot sinking into the wet boggy ground as i walk...
my face being bit sharp... cold rainy windy shards....
i greet the hurlers + pipers of stone....
an awakening informs as i offer my hello + my breathing...
i have walked here before...
and my bones sing right out loud, remembering..............
to be continued.......
weaver x (((o)))
may 26/2019