Meditation on Hiraeth

 

Elan Valley, June 2016

I am coming back to me.

I see my reflection in the landscape,

in the place, in the sounds, the smells, the language.

I see myself, whole.

 

Feel my feet planted in the ground.

Sense my roots deep and strong.

I feel the living wood,

the sun on my skin, filling me with light.

 

Hear the breath of the breeze move through me.

Feel the cool water as it runs over my feet.

Feel it in my veins. Taste it.

It is a part of me.

 

Let me sit on this hillside,

body close to the earth,

The rhythm of life beats in me,

As above, so below.

 

My heart sings out loud, a ‘calon lan’,

I am of the land where Oaks grow

and birdsong fills my being.

I am home.

 

Ruth Raymer

Ruth is a walker, thinker, dreamer and writer. She says that her soul speaks in Welsh and Hiraeth pulls her back to Wales at every opportunity.In October 2017, she will embark on PhD research at the University of Essex as a CHASE DTP scholar, writing on the concept of Home and the human search for it.

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Seething Sparkles

Seething Sparkles
*Seething Sparkles*

I turned up to the Seething Events planning meeting to send my apologies and offer face embellishing at the community days. The immediate response was “oh can I have some glitter now!”

“OK is it someones birthday because I need an excuse? Ah Andy Cummin’s is going to Edinburgh for a month! OK then if I put my hand into my bag and find glitter I’ll do it.”

Of course it was the first thing my fingers touched so off I went walking around applying glitter dots to the beautiful faces…

Simone Kay has been painting faces since working on a play bus in the early 80’s and face painting at the first  Kingston Green Fair.  At Glastonbury festival she started to cut and use her own stencils to help speed up face painting 160 people in two hours with her team. She has always enjoyed using sparkly glitter as it seems to lift the spirits of participants and observers.

(*note from the Editor- I’ve been saving this post for a rainy day)

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On a Bridge

View from the bridge by Lucy Furlong
View from the bridge by Lucy Furlong
I’d taken a risk with the weather that day,

Which’d held until Worcester Park.

The London sublime sound of cars rushing elsewhere

Hummed in the background, and then was gone.

I walked up Southwood Drive

And reccied my position on top of a street sign

That marked my turn left into Oakdene Drive.

I strode up the hill and round to the right

Looking at a porch with a figure of a yacht

Marked out on the window.

The grey late winter held,

As some cast iron steps rose up from the ground

I sailed up, the Atlantic low blustering from the left

And below, towards the Tolworth Tower

Cars, some with headlights on, zipped by

Like a dream of an American city.

I looked towards Croydon, and Crystal Palace,

The Shard behind a hill, Canary Wharf giving birth

To Norwood. This was what I wanted.

As I stepped down to turn towards Highfield Road,

The weather broke.

22/02/2015 and 14/09/2015

By Paul Miner
@PaulMiner3 
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