Epiphany

Epiphany (dictionary: a moment of sudden and great revelation). The word used by the occupational therapist I spoke with a few days ago to describe the transformation I have had in this life since neurosurgery. I am overwhelmed. Beautifully overwhelmed with pure settlement in the being I am.

I have been pouring words on to paper everyday and have stacks of creative ideas building up as pieces I started are pulled out for development and completion (discover more through Instagram - bethan_in_laurels). Childhood and teenage memories and life experiences are spilling back into my expanding mind, heart and soul, my life. I am dancing with legs and arms in full swing. I am singing  with a voice loud. I wail with tears and roar with laughter. I am amongst the plants hearing their voice. I am me as a toddler, a young girl, a woman now. It is proving to be an insurmountable experience. I have been humbled, enlightened and stimulated through the reconnection and communication of my heightened senses. 

A phrase I never thought I would use. Especially towards myself...I feel blessed.

Nature. My love. Is by my side. Has been since I was a child. Although I lost her for a while. In recent years she has become my companion again and I see her as an intrinsic part of all beings. She has so much to teach us if we choose to listen. This poem, created in the past few days, I dedicate to nature and all you beings. We are part of her. Together.

Key Tree

Are there many roots to the tree or one source?
A bed, a man, a river or another force
Sending the call  for her to climb the trunk
Stretch across branches and grasp the top fall
Where shoes of travel hide
As another watched
With the remembrance pickers bid
 
She veiled
In the shadows of the forest of her heart
Away from the line of light
Protection with the dark
Only she knew these trails
Each holding a memory passed
Stirred by the lungs breeze
Longing to scatter their leaves
They knew amongst them was a key
To open her soul and breathe
 
They gently chanted
‘Breathe little one, breathe
You have light and colour to use and see
Breathe little one, breathe
You have visions to believe’
 
She cradled her hand against her winged belly
Wanting to once again fly
Learn how to weep and bring her sight
 
‘Breathe little one, breathe’
 
Maybe tonight can be the night
For her to once again perceive
Through the lashes teased
Diverted by light and fearing fright
Trailing the cheekbones height
 
‘Breathe little one, breathe’
 
You are stronger than all sea's
Tower the tallest canopies
You have steps of might
Lips to be kissed
Break those arms free
Spin the branches
Stir the leaves
You can reveal and turn the key
Be released
 
‘Breathe little one, breathe’
Swayed the breeze
 
‘Breathe little one, breathe’
Whirled the breeze
 
Then the breeze roared
​Turned into gales
Wailed and wailed
‘Breathe little one, breathe’
 
She screamed with her hands to the sky
Flooded tears of life
‘Mother nature set me free, be my wife!’
 
The trees leaves snapped
Dispelled to the floor
Every held memory shattered
As she raised from her knees
Breathing repair of her gentle heartbeat
Her eyes took to her unfurled palms
Cradling the golden key
The opening of her soul; epiphany