Winter, Tending
Remembering in Relationship
Sitting beneath an arching trinitaria tree,
with fallen magnolia flowers
entangled in my curls,
my human hands,
gently guided,
emerged a mutual web of memory…
through companionship,
not observation.
As you scroll down to the image below,
I invite you to approach it
as you would an old friend.
This may feel slightly disorienting.
Let it.
Rather than analyzing what you see,
notice what the image remembers
with you.
Linger long enough
for that remembering
to reorient you
as you move with winter.
There is space for more of us at the bench under the trinitaria tree.
If you feel moved to share what touched you
you’re welcome to add your voice here.
If it doesn’t make sense,
or refuses cohesion,
I would especially appreciate
your company.
I am in my blood and bones. I am bending in the wind, I am full of life resting for a bloom.
I am drawn into that pink-purple-magenta like a warm heart and it is drawn into me, in reciprocity. In awe of the vibrancy of life that often hides itself in the winter.