Rowan unfurls


Weather:

brightening but chilly

Body:

tight hips

enjoying the swing of walking and fresh air

Observations:

sat on the big Footpath > stone and drew the rhythmic lines of the dry stone walls, dark against vivid green fields

cars drone along the road out of sight - I imagine them like beads on a necklace threading along behind each other

breezes play through dry branches - no leaves to whisper yet

remembered to look at the buds with flowers inside the leaves. Rowan. Last year I made horrible cordial with the flowers. The first pony I rode was called Rowan, on holiday in Wales. And the farm lady used to pick ticks off the jack russell while she chatted.

Dreams:

I was a dead rabbit in the road being picked at by crows. I felt hollowed out by the image.

Now I am better. I can meet it.

#rowan #buds #spring #dreams #drawing

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