| | sitting near her stirred longings
that I had forgotten existed
A grand-motherly fondness and
ache for comfort and care that
resides in the arms of age and
wisdom and kindness
A sweet, full and earthen wisdom
she wore around her as a
cloak - and with tenderness
she offered life. A drink
of something rich and whole and true.
Images of Mare flashed through
my mind. Her hands, her smile, her
spry gate and mischievous eyes.
She would have joined the tattoo
party, had she been offered the
chance. An ache arose that
was not bidden... but I am
familiar with its presence.
But... it was not merely an ache
that grew to bursting - it was
a shifting and a leverage - a
grounding in the soil of the day,
of the moment - that filled me
with wonder. awe. hope.
Delight. And I wondered
what made me choose this
profession. one of drudging up and
sinking in. I pray I can learn to also
call forth. and out. and... up.
I ached to create - in that space,
pregnant with goodness and grace and
tenderness. An energy to add to
the shifting images... and a glory arose
in my inner housing, and something
came forth... and rested. That which
has not found rest in some time...
it feels like life blood surging through my
veins - these dreams.
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