Breathe in. Her gravity holds us. Hush. Her thought gives us a world - breathe out - where insects move like juggernauts.
Breathe in. We swim to drown, Melangell, in your breath which drags us from our land-bound doubt towards you. Out...Breathe out...Breathe out...
- part of a poem by Gwyneth Lewis, and me pictured taking the air in one of my favourite places, a beautiful valley saturated in one of my favourite stories. Day retreat earlier this week.
john davies
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Breathe in.