There is a sweet feeling, Pegging out the washing Watching my hands age along the line. This inner knowing Of the right way to hang the clothes. Maybe my Grandmothers are talking through me as I peg the next to the next. This pleasing practice, Embedded in my bones, Of the women, the wind, the dazzling sun. Did they have moments like this? Early morning dew in Spring? I imagine my lineage of women,peg to peg, listening to birdsong, looking at their own hands year after year. My line of coastal dwellers, Salty air, Swinging clothes in sunlight, Clothes of colours to old worn comforts. Seagulls hovering for a bit of bread, The dry lines and cold fingers, Their hands, My hands, Now look the same.
Medicinalmeadows?… people often ask about the name..
The term medicinal means “all that becomes healed”. For me that is a step towards the state of equilibrium, towards the centre and a place we identify as home. It is a “sense” of place, rather than a physical place. Our divine sense of self becomes the inner and outer aspects of Home.
Meadows is a conscious picture of peacefulness. The place I was brought into this life was a lush meadowland. It was also called Meadowlands for real! So you see the picturesque form of a peaceful place is my integration of a meadowland within.
So the sacred space I create here in this present moment, as a service, is Medicinalmeadows. It is a place to create healing of the inner self, of a home within and to consciously create your own Presence. This creation acts as your inner compass and foundation. In short Medicinalmeadows is the creation of your own peaceful presence….
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