These are insane times. Our inherent state of transience is at the forefront for a lot of us. Conflict, climate, resource,
COVID, the seismic shift in political positioning across the globe, ageing, all creating an overwhelming confluence of fear. A lot of us are in a deep state of anxiety, about what future, if any, we may have.
We all need to find a way of not being buried by it all – distraction, escapes, “living in the moment”, keeping close to each other, accepting our position of “passing through”,
gratitude for “what has been” and “what is”.
During a smashing week of a writing week in Annamaghkerrig, with the Bealtaine Writers, I
met a painter, Sarah Robinson, and looked at some of the work she was making. I fell in love with this piece – another painting on the walls of a house I no longer own was not on the cards. Though, maybe, just maybe, it is exactly what was needed to
contradict our downward slide. Anyway, I love her work and am very happy to have this piece to admire and be nourished by. And, of course, I wrote about it.
read, enjoy, admire the painting, pass it on and send me feedback.
A Windy Wander at
Painting by Sarah Robinson
am in front of you - waiting
waiting to be invited in
Gaze and wait - wait and gaze – intently
looking to find my entrance
Your yellowed beach - staccatoed along
reaches to a horizon of foothills
- below greyed clouded sunshined sky -
vary climated by the hour - moisture streaked
And - as if the earth upheaved
you are visibly map located -
firmly placed beneath your dunes
hollows - grounded as it were
The artist is placed here by signature -
otherwise no sense - no trace - of a creator
Sunwatered sky - grey darkened hills
speak themselves down
to us as conversation
Gentle moving sea - soft sand beach
respond in kind building dialogue
and all the time your grounding marks
label you - Carne Kilfenora Dysart Rathkeel
Beautiful, Peter! Miss you all!
Lovely Peter, I love the “Windy Wander” The painting is wonderful. Yes, we are living in Strange times. I hope you are well. You are clearly writing anyway. Best Triona.
LOVE LOVE LOVE this painting and writing! x
I love this poem and this painting!
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.