April
It’s the tenth April, since the beginning,
a milestone that mutes my musings with feelings
of wordlessness and reserve
An expanse of gratitude overwhelms as I reflect on the journey this far, the evolution of a vision, a path of becoming, and the cultivation of a community.
In folklore, the Gorse guards a doorway to another realm, to each of you who have crossed this threshold with me, I’m thankful
So for now, as the Gorse abounds, I revisit an old poem of mine
An alias,
An inspiration,
An incantation...
The Nature of Gorse
Gorse has long been a source of inspiration
it is the golden crown worn by enduring mountains
a gilded weed, a feral flower
wild
In the quietest corners it’s there, bringing beauty to desolate spaces.
Carrying inside it a spark of the Sun’s life-giving energy,
a familiar flash of hope on the Highland landscape
Its scent fills me with a heady sense of home and I feel rooted
Flowering relentlessly throughout every season
its strength, a story of perseverance
its prickles, a hedge of protection
a sacred wood, holding a safe place to flourish.
It evokes in me the feeling of a journey, of open roads, of possibility
The Gorse rises to meet me, our stories entwined
its towering beauty a tenacious tale, a fiery phoenix,
beauty in resilience
Though cut back and scorched to the ground,
I’m captivated by its ability to nourish and to heal,
to regenerate beyond itself, leaving luminous lessons
However hopeless you might feel,
wherever you are planted,
there is always the possibility for the flow of creativity,
growth and newness
its seeds explode into life
It’s summer for the soul
a tiny pea like flower that transcends the seasons,
a remedy, a refuge.
So much to learn from this subtle symbol of hope.