WInter Solstice

How quick the light closing off for the night. Winter solstice. As if wrapped in a dream, I want to stretch and yet settle into quiet reading, staying close to the wood stove, brewing up yet more green tea.

And yet in the garden out the back here, summer crops are still producing: chillies, capsicums, the occasional aubergine, zucchinis; even the nectarine tree looks to have buds, as if what should be, isn’t.

Climate change? Our current Federal Government denies the reality of climate change, yet here it is, in the garden, already stirring for spring.

Our smartphones, tablets, laptops, apps, keep us connected at all times – if we so wish. And yet, there is a yet-ness at work in the natural world, an about-to-be which is already in advance.IMG_0988 Perhaps, in that, a swirl, remixing, just like our bodies, always ready to surprise even at that point of daily, dutiful, even annoyed recognition.

About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.
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2 Responses to WInter Solstice

  1. Reader says:

    A perfectly balanced piece that gives us cause to reflect on the nature of nurture, the fascinating yet oh so simple movement of life and the dance – that magic healer of all – continues.

  2. Nature has a way of keeping us grounded in what’s real. I walked outside this morning, after steeping myself for days in the latest catastrophes, and realized that I had almost forgotten to breathe.

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