healingwords: poetry for the soul

Once again I am missing bluebells. I am fortunate to be able to walk in Mediterranean woods, like all of our time spent with nature, they are restoring and energising places. Still, I miss the bluebells, their beauty and the feeling of peace and healing I feel when walking in woods with loved ones. In my mind today are those who are no longer with us, who loved bluebell woods, who I find still in our sacred places.

  I seem to be spending this strange year in dream land and no better place to wander than in bluebell woods. Memories of walking with my mother in Crackley Woods, with my dear friend in the wood by her home, where I was always welcome, with my brother. Another year missing and dreaming of  bluebells. 

I dream of the day I can see the green lady by the rushing stream, under the shade of oak. I dream our midnight thoughts become daylight reality, in words and deeds and song.  I dream of healing and better days.