Just for now. Just about in time. 'Just' is a favourite word I try to use less. Rearrange sentences, describe a moment differently and see what occurs. Yet (another favourite word), I still love just. Just in this moment it happened. It just arrived and activated my mind. Just true, through and through with thousands of dictionary and thesaurus combinations floating around with my library of thoughts. Although, all I wanted to say is, 'I'm just three days late today.' With the blog that is. Not that I am in the slightest bit worried. I happen to be very joyful.
What is the reason this time? Oh, just a bit of life changing neurosurgery. Insurmountable amounts of changes that I cannot fully describe. It happened nine days ago and my life has transformed. The connectivity I have with myself and the world has increased and I am eternally grateful. Always grateful. I have had my senses revived. I feel true and gentle. I feel real. If I was to try and define the experience to you I would be delivering a HUGE dissertation which does not work with a blog. Perhaps I might share more in the future. Perhaps I may not. What I will do now is share pieces of poetry I have written since surgery and send with thanks over and over to the amazing staff at Derriford Hospital who ensured this happened. The support, care and respect I had of the individual I am throughout the five days I was there has indeed speeded my healing. I feel both humbled and honoured. I gave the neurosurgeon a hand-made book of my poetry along with a feather as a thank you. He kindly shared the book with the team just before we went into the operating theatre so they could all have a look. As I was waiting for the anaesthetic to begin its work it came into discussion so I was able to directly speak and share the one poem I know off by heart. It was the basis of an interactive art installation project I ran a few years ago across Cornwall and took to Dunkirk Refugee Camp for a month; #healthemindhealtheworld. With the aid of generous people it was translated into over twenty languages and created a new communication for many. Of course the poems ending is apt to the title of the blog... Please let me be lost in the world of infinity Where the life of life is in close proximity Where the words of others Are lost inside feathers Feathers of the flocks of birds in flight Vanishing into the distant night Taking with them my fears Leaving me here To be alive To be free To be Just be Since surgery and the truly sensuous healing I'm going through my hands have not stopped scribbling away ideas and words. I feel re-energised. I feel alive! Here are new pieces created in the past few days. Minds Formation: A line of clouds The trapeza mix of life Layers of shimmering mist Changing with each step As balance calls For your gentle attention To all that flows around you In these moments and twists Of colour falls These pastel pinks Quiet blues Hushed greys Across the line of life Four Horses: Thunder of rain settled Roars of the rooks wings coup Wailing with the hills travellers Four split shadows Riding the slopes Steep as the palm opening life Lines illuminescent with memories Lifting the pressures strife Currents traced the new paths edge Fresh print shallows poured As she cawed and she cawed You can see these pieces on Instagram with the delights of images also and a video. After the amazing, truly talented, connective work that took place in theatre I was visited by the neurosurgeon. He kindly asked how I was doing and gave me a sample of what they removed and described them as Mother of Pearls. Here is a piece created. Can you see the link? Maneuvering gently the Ocean of The theatres Head and Eyes Raining Oyster shells Fresh Pearls Entering A Revitalised Life Passionating Ecstatic Artistry in Riddled Luscious May as Opulence Trailed Heated Expressions of Restoration gained Maybe thank you are my new favourite words. Thank you stunning people of this world. Always x
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Letty
24/5/2021 09:57:20 pm
I love you, you lovely human.
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