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Slow Living Poem
This poem was inspired by a Slow Living Retreat I attended with my yoga teacher, Chelsea from Loving Life in Wellies. The location was The Forge, Corwen, Wales
The land sends gusts across its curves
Red Kite speaks to me in skyline swerves
She is feathered and light on the wing
I am heavy, full of grief I bring
Much grief flows in my blood, I've carried since Spring
I ask Kite to heal me
Take flight with my pain
Hold me in her talons
Help me fly again
She scoops me up in her wings
Soars, flips, plummets, sings
Songs unto me that speak to my Soul
She Whispers your not broken your becoming whole
She flings me from her grip
Into the top of a Wise Oak I slip
Where
Wise Owl is waiting to offer
She has a gift to proffer
Unbeknownst to me
She show me myself
Tells me I’m the gift
I’m the present
The one who is gold
