MaW session 20th November 2021

 Sunny Bank Mill

After the three-day torrents

the beck raced and roared,

clusters of stones riding its crest

a mist of rainbowed spray rinsing air;

the small wind silenced by water

stole among copper leaves

lifting the last stragglers

into a moment’s breath

before the drop to nascent loam.

Among denuded limbs of lime

the tall holly flickered

full-berried, vivid feast

for wintering blackbird.

Over the bridge the house stood tall, safe

beyond the reach of rising waters

cosseted as Autumn gathered round,

its unlocked door saying

Welcome

by Pat Sutherland

Adrienne led a Noticing the undercurrent practice today, introducing it with the poem “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliverwi

 Bev used a writing prompt inspired by the poem above, “Sunny Bank Mill” by Pat Sutherland:

beyond the reach of rising waters

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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:

zzz

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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!

Fenella: that's hugely helpful thanks

Kay: wonderful   thankyou Adrienne

Bev: beyond the reach of rising waters

Amy Brooke: Bayo Akomolafe

Amy Brooke: https://www.bayoakomolafe.net/

Angie: Thank you.  The mindfulness has calmed a rather busy mind and the poetry has raised my spirits.

Jo: Thanks, all.

Kay: thankyou Adrienne  bev and everyone   wonderful kx

Catrice: ok

 

 

Thanks to funders

Lapidus Scotland gratefully acknowledges the support of Glasgow City Health and Social Care Partnership's "Wellbeing for Longer in Glasgow Fund" (managed by Impact Funding Partners).

MaW session 13th November 2021

Adrienne's mindfulness practice with Awareness of Sound and Body is a new one that is yet to be added to the online collection. She introduced it with a perfect poem from Dorothy Hunt: Too Long.

Before writing the group explored a strange new (to us) word that has crept into social media:

hiraeth

/ˈhɪərʌɪθ/

noun

1. (especially in the context of Wales or Welsh culture) deep longing for something, especially one's home.

   "I could not begin to put into words the hiraeth that the Welsh feel for the mountains and valleys of their homeland"

Bev introduced the writing session with her own poem below, using the writing prompt 

slide through me

Resolution

by Bev Schofield

Make no resolutions.

    Do not even make the resolution 

    to make no resolutions.

Step into each minute wet, naked, newborn

    stripped of expectation

    empty of judgement.

Place a wobbling foot forward

    and simply explore

    the weight of your body

    on that foot

    in that moment

    among this world.

Then, once the wind and light

    have woven this world

    about your existence,

have made a you-shaped space

    in which to be,

    spare a prayer for when 

you’ll not be here; for all the other 

    hearts that did beat,

    but then became thin air.

Breathe in. Let time slide through you 

    like a wind through a wood.

    Feel it. Be tree and breeze.

Sway till you still. And then, 

    only then,

    take another step.

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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:

... let's be having it!

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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!

Kath: Kay, wonderful

Kath: lose myself in smiling, lovely

Rachel: beautiful

Kath: thank you for sharing, Caroline

Rachel: lovely, thank you. x

Rachel: she is a star! and mine:)

Kath: I quite agree, Jo Beth

Rachel: still pondering!

Kay: such a generous sharing today    thankyou everyone  kx

Karen: Magical morning, thankyou everyone 💖

 

 

Thanks to funders

Lapidus Scotland gratefully acknowledges the support of Glasgow City Health and Social Care Partnership's "Wellbeing for Longer in Glasgow Fund" (managed by Impact Funding Partners).