Water moving turning shaping the landscape
finding its way, No wrong turns only re directions.
fully present in unknowing
Vital, pulsing, resonance, bountiful.
A paradox of urgency, peace and complacence.
Birthing from the depths of the mother
abundance in this vale of green embraced by the trees above and below.
An orchestra of sound the senses.
Grief moving elemental, inwards I go blood of my own body. Rhythm of my being going deeper into the heartland.
Fleur Camille 2020
Earth my body – water my soul – air my breath – fire my spirit