Wednesday, 8 February 2012

I Want To Stop The World From Spinning....




...from carrying me away,
from the tumble of waves that will not hold me,
that shake and toss and throw me.

I want to take hold of things again,
my grip sure and strong,
a steadfast hold on things that matter,
and bring me into calm....

Last week, for a few days out there, it was as though someone opened up the sky, a sudden explosion of fine moisture that seemed to hang, all day, suspended in the air, catching the sun where it hid on the other side of this gossamer veil.
Every day I drive my familiar route, eyes longingly on the trees, and everything is shades of greys and browns, the trees silent in a rain that blends into milkiness. Gentle, pale, nacreous. A bloom of white on everything. And it is as though my mind expands out to merge with the damp diaphanous air, and in my minds eye I no longer see my car, it melts into moisture, drifts away into the misty rain, and I am flying, leaving the road, into and up over the trees, oh!
The cold air on my face is a welcome slap, as though a trusted friend shaking me out of my stupor, and I am here again, in the world, I lift my head and look around me, suspended now.
Here.
And then I see it. This place, this road that I travel every single day, that has become a chore, a blind drudgery, is revealed to me again.



And so, one day becomes the next, and the next, and then the first day of February dawns with a crisp, coldness of azure blue, a bright, perfect day, on this same road all becomes revealed in rust and browns and frosted sage. The blue sky is not a hard, bright blue, rather an opalescent wash, jet trails bleeding gently into it.
There, look, a sloping field, crisscrossed with hedges, and the occasional tree, everything smokey silver and brown in it's winter palette, the heavy frost giving the grass a milky sheen.



I know now, the lie of the land, each line and curve and slope and drop, hills and mountain crisscrossing one another, the long descent to the open sea, this road that snakes through, all of it, has become like a path in my brain, a mirror of my spirit skin. One that is part of me now.
In all that I am in an endless blur of Doing, these days, I see now, my constants are good things. Things that nourish, there, like a backbone, a perfect skeleton to lay my days on.

And I am grateful for this.


20 comments:

Sadhbh said...

Beautiful post Ciara. your words and images always inspire me.

Angela Bell said...

Thoughtful and thought provoking post. Lovely imagery!

SWEDISH HOUSE said...

HEJ Ciara
Ditto. The above
LOVE PEACE enJOY
Julie
x

Purpletreebird said...

You have such a wonderful way with words, beautiful.
Jess x

Susan said...

Hello Ciara....That first picture is incredible! Gorgeous. Lovely descriptions, too. Susan

Joshua said...

I wish I had your camera eye.

ramona said...

Like an artist, your words are the paintbrush creating beautiful images that gladden the heart and bring quiet to the soul. Thank you.

Martin said...

When we walk the fine lines that run between our states of consciousness, that's when we're most alive. Simply beautiful post, Ciara.

Gigi Thibodeau said...

And I am grateful for you, for your way of seeing. That first image floored me, and then I was ready to follow you anywhere. It's so easy for me to hate this time of year, not see the beauty in it. You remind me to look more closely. Thank you. xoxo

Stephanie V said...

Your posts always make me happy. Thank you.

gz said...

to look at what we can see.
so important.

Ciara said...

Thank you all, my dear friends, for your sweet words. I do appreciate all of you who take the time to stop by and read, and comment. For I am aware I don't do it enough myself. (-_-)
C xx

Ciara said...

Thank you all, my dear friends, for your sweet words. I do appreciate all of you who take the time to stop by and read, and comment. For I am aware I don't do it enough myself. (-_-)
C xx

Kerry O'Gorman said...

Sounds like you're being present. A difficult thing to do in this hurried world.

Raggle Taggle Gypsy Girl said...

Beautiful words, stunning photos and I understand the sentiment totally......

Linda O. said...

Thank you.

Sharada said...

Hello Ciara
I am very Happy to read your post and see the natural Photos .

I always wish to write like You in my Blog

Relyn said...

I am stunned, simply blown away by that first photograph. I found my way to you via our friend, Gigi. I am so glad that I did.

Ciara said...

So lovely to see some new name and faces here, you are all warmly welcomed!

Relyn, so nice to see you here!

geetlee said...

I love the first shot so so much. I can drown in it!
As always, you write so beautifully! I love coming here :)