Last weekend’s retreat was thoroughly enjoyable. The intimacy of the space opens up the creative juices and helps the small group connect. This was my first hybrid workshop, with two people joining us on-line. Everybody was able to do at least some of the folds, and some beautiful writing emerged.
May Reverie
Dark soil full of wet worms
winding around roots, thin and thick
My body, my blood sinks into the cradle
of Earth, at home as the sprawling comfrey,
baby corn stalks squash seedlings bean sprouts
At home, my bones belong here, to this place
this month, heart sings, eyes sting
Mouth waters with the juice of eating
feeding living
Scents of May tickle my nose hairs
Lungs burst with fresh oak and lilac breath
This Saturday I found one lonely horseshoe crab at the Wellfleet beach, and a few shells for the next project.