Saturday, March 26, 2022

Slow Ink session 26th March 2021

 





















Adrienne led a Bodyscan practice today, opening with the Danna Faulds poem "Just for now" 

awareness reaches up to meet it

was the prompt that Bev offered after warming everyone up with some literary abandon from Emily Dickinson:

High from the earth I heard a bird
by Emily Dickinson

High from the earth I heard a bird;
He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze,
And situated softly
Upon a pile of wind
Which in a perturbation
Nature had left behind.
A joyous-going fellow
I gathered from his talk,
Which both of benediction
And badinage partook,
Without apparent burden,
I learned, in leafy wood
He was the faithful father
Of a dependent brood;
And this untoward transport
His remedy for care,—
A contrast to our respites.
How different we are!
 

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And now for some of 
YOUR WRITING:


From Prompt Saturday March 26th 
by Helen Geoghegan  

Awareness reaches up to be met
I just miss, again. 
These past weeks the birds have been coming closer.
They are daring me
‘Go on, there’s not much to it’.
Two of them waltz the roof in steps
twice a day.
They hop and dance about
-my reinvention.
Then there’s just the ticking clock
and their encouragement.
‘Come on lady
not much to it.
We can feel it
your haphazard delight.
And now, to do
on your feet
with some abandon.
Melt your shoulders
ease away.
Watch us lady
Just - let – go.
Let go, you know what’s next.
We’ll be here.
Find your wings
to fly away.’


Oak am I
by Bex Woodsford

Up up I go
Trunk squat, rooted
Yet branches lifting
Twigs swaying
Buds bursting 
Leaves fluttering
Lightness and life erupting
Rooted in Mother Earth
Yet reaching for the sky
Trmendous oak am I


(untitled)
by Doreen Kelly

A pile of wind wills me from behind. A murder of ravens rounds on me. Enormous wings. Never ending, ever onwards, soaring and sweeping. Ravens roar, each soars. All reaching, clinging, holding, evermore swooping. Unafraid the pigeons and turtle doves join the party. Totally oblivious to the murderous gathering. Extremely excited they experience the thermals.

Two Black Crows
by Bonbon

2 black crows on my back fence
Every day - so busy with their chores
Dog haircut outside in the sun - unplanned but a perfect opportunity
One big furry dog-cloud - now half his size and weight
I turn back - just for a minute - and wow!!! My awareness reaches up to capture the circle of life, as the 2 black crows pop down to collect the fur, in lumps of unimaginable size  to fly away to their nest. 
I spend the next few hours just entertained and amazed - watching the work of the parenting, repeated until all the fur has gone…..
 and i think…..I may have missed all of that wonder - had I not just stopped for that one little moment in time.
What a joyous thought that one bird family will be just a little cosier tonight


Reaching up
by Cap'n Bev

Mountains reach up
in slow and grinding intercourse. 
With roar and shake tectonic plates slide, collide.
Alive

Much quicker does this 
seagull jet towards the paling blue
tries not to let the thrush perch 
on the pinnacle of the roof 
to sing and sing, 
to somehow bring the world 
to a breathless halt 
in the audience of 
unprepared immaculate abandon.

(untitled)
by Margaret Bremner

Today, for a second or two
I'll let go of care and
allow that my small contribution
is finding joy here and now.
Today's got enough worriers and
and warriers:
One more corner heaving with
Fears and tears won't help much.
Instead
I'll feel for the warm air,
laugh at the kids,
Listen to birdsong,
Wriggle my toes in and out 
of socks,
And wander along gazing
just gazing.
Drink in the exquisite changes, as
Magnolia buds burst out 
in startling and ridiculous
colours and shapes.
Hyacinth scent wakens 
my nose up.
Daffodils ripple in ranks
and sweet little blue flowers
challenge me to remember
their names.
The grass looks greener.
The sea looks bluer.
The smiles are wider than an hour ago.

(untitled)
by Kay Ritchie
(inspired by Danna Faulds’ Just for Now & Emily Dickinson’s High from the earth I heard a Bird)

the gardener
Camilo
his roots left behind in Cuba
informs
that smell you smell is from the Daphne bush

a ladybird reclines
snug as a bug on a leaf
a bumble bee grumbles round the blossom
we stick noses    close    sniff
drink in the possibility

then on the path    an egg
egg-shell blue   speckled   snatched   smashed
the shape of death
above   a dark brown blackbird leans on air
her blackbird blues   a sob  the sound of despair

and though the sun beats down on us
the spring has lost its lustre

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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!


Catrice: Good morning everyone!  I am going to keep my video off this morning until the sun rises here (Maryland) to keep the light from hurting my eyes. Good to see you all today.
Karen: God Bless, Cath xx💕
Catrice: Wishing her well, Giovanna.
Giovanna: Thanks Catrice
Kay: I do love a body scan and that was just lovely   thankyou Adrienne    kx
Adrienne: ❤️
Catrice: Thank you, Adrienne.
Bev: awareness reaches up to meet it
Giovanna: I’ll keep my video off as kids are marauding - nothing from me but I’ll be listening
Lynnda: I loved the voice of the tree!
Catrice: Love the last line.  Tremendous oak am I
Helen: love how it builds to that last line
Lynnda: That feel so affirmative!
Sheila: Thanks everyone I have to leave now
Lynnda: So sorry, Cath. A hard process of grieving, my heart is with you
Caroline: You’re a warrior Cath…….
Lynnda: Lovely!
Doreen: I need to go. Thank you. Bye bye.
Lynnda: Such beautiful colours in that poem!
Lynnda: A requiem for an egg ...
Jo: fabulous poetry, kay
Denise: Completely absorbing, Catrice.
Lynnda: Beautiful poem Catrice :)
Catrice: Thank you, everyone.  Very kind. I appreciate the feedback.
Lynnda: Loved the way you used the line  'pile of wind' !
Catrice: Love the voice of that poem.  I could listen to that narrator over and over. It's like a an inner voice.  So strong.
Catrice: That was fun Moira! Loved that!
Karen: Thanks everyone, you are so warm and inspirational. Love these sessions💖
Giovanna: Thanks Bev, Adrienne and everyone, it was great to hear you all this morning.
Kay: thankyou to everyone   thanks bev and Adrienne   a great morning    kx
Margaret: Thanks everyone, some beautiful images filling my head now
Helen: wonderful to spend this time in mindful writing with you, so grateful and nourished
Lynnda: Thanks Bev and  Adrienne and all in the room - great session!
Caroline: Thanks so much wonderful women
Denise: Thank you so much for this. My first time - I’m so glad to have met and heard you. Not much actual writing today, but some beginnings!
Angie: thank you. it was lovely to spend the morning with you all
Jan: Thanks so much everyone.  Enjoy the sun!
Moira: thanks so much lovely session, Adrienne much appreciated the wonderful body scan it was much needed and welcomed.
Yvonne: What a wonderful morning - thank you all so very much x
Cath: Thank u Giovanna and Karen xxx
Jo Beth: Thank you for a Wonderful morn
Jo: thanks both
Sally Beaumont: wonderful Kay


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).

Friday, March 25, 2022

Slow Ink session 19th March 2022

 


Our first session of the first course of the new year welcomed some new mindful writers; Adrienne led a Mindfulness with the Support of Breath practice. The introductory poem she chose was 

Bev offered two writing prompts from Wendell Berry's “The Peace of Wild Things”:

I rest in the grace of the world

or

I come into the peace of wild things

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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:

burrowed
by Kay Ritchie
(inspired by Philip Larkin’s The Trees & Wendell Berry’s The Peace of Wild Things)

burrowed
deep in bunkers
where even the sun is scared to shine
cold
growing old
clinging to their roots
while somewhere up above
a heron rises 
an almond blossoms
tulips spring from pot holes &
despite being rained upon
by bombs
as tanks draw rings
around the dead &
all that’s being said
are lies
the wise despair at
this universal grief
oh  if only we could all love life &
rest in the grace of the world



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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!

Kay: sorry to see you in hospital bed sally
Maggie: Hello everyone - good to see you. Perhaps you submitted work for postcard? Seemed like a good idea
Cath: Rumi Oracle; Alana Fairchild.  Amazon and/or Ebay, good for creativity. reflection and med
Doreen: Sorry Maggie I don't understand
Doreen: https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/1171463202/the-survivor-guide-to-non-silence? @Sur5vors told me about this mind opening book
Kay: beautiful  thankyou Adrienne  x
Adrienne: ❤️
Doreen: Surviving and striving to thrive. Hoping to survive thriving. In order to thrive some more. (I surprised myself by writing this during the break).
Adrienne: wonderful
Bev: I rest in the grace of the world
or I come into the peace of wild things
Kay: great to be back    a wonderful session   thankyou so much  kx
Sandra: heart warming. Thank you both
Kate: Great to be back, thank you to everyone for sharing your powerful words and to Bev and Adrienne for guiding us along the way xx
Angie: Thank you.  It was good to spend a Saturday morning with such a wonderful bunch of people.  I really needed the mindfulness and creative expression today.  Have a most excellent weekend. xxx
Helen: 'Benediction of presence and truth. Astonished by the reach of these hours and how they are crafted.  So much gratitude, thank you for your welcome and being.' Such a wonderful experience. I was a bit surprised by myself, you have created something special.  warm wishes 


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).