Saturday, November 20, 2021

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).

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

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).