I am so touched by all of your messages in response to my last post letting you know I am going through some health issues. Thank you for your kind words and incredibly heart warming comments.
It lifted my spirit and softened the edges.
I’m doing well and navigating through the journey, but overall it’s positive, and I think this health journey will lead me to better health overall as things are uncovered and I can find ways to manage, tend and treat myself and understand myself a little better.
Here is a poem for you all, it’s one a friend sent me recently and I found it very touching.
Go Slow
Go at the pace of the mosses and the trees; slow enough that green tendrils begin to sprout from your fingernails and lichen swathes your eyebrows.
Go so slowly that your roots spread and uncoil and writhe down through soil and rock. Be the slow medicine that this too-fast world needs.
Give yourself time to unfurl like a fern in the forest, ready to catch the sweet rain, the starlight and the passing butterflies.
Go gently. Remember, you have pushed through many long, hard days to get here. No wonder you are tired.
Take fallow days. They will be among your most productive times.
Wander the wild, overgrown pathways which lead to the places in you where thousands of bright, tiny flowers open each morning to the sun in the meadows as vast as the sky.
And when the time comes to show the world your beautiful colours, let the gentle seasons of your life work their own slow magic, and bloom.
- Caroline Mellor
Stunning poem, I adore it! I've not read that before. Very useful to me too. Sending loads of love Brigit xxx
Lovely poem! And as always, lovely illustrations! “Take gentle care of yourself,” as my late Auntie Norma used to say. Glad you are aware of the silver lining to your illness.