Congrats on your novel, and so great to have you back. “Filling the bowl is such a wonderful metaphor—and a well-needed reminder on this side of the pond.
I always put my hands on rocks..on trees ..on the earth.. but rocks always speak to me of time.. the hot summer smooth rocks of the Tuross River, grey, dark and smooth in the summer sun..
the sacred rocks of Gulaga here on the south coast of Djiringanj country NSW Australia… many hands have touched these rocks and hummed with them and spoken and listened to the ancestors contained within them and their stories… the birhing stones and the ancestors from the sea all held in stone ..watching and waiting….. I dont know what it is they see..
Lichens on rock are another favourite..not so much for touching..but the imagery and detailed patterns they express.. mandalas etching out across time…
It's dreamy to catch up with your words, Lynne. So transportive and reassuring. You have an eye for every detail. I'm so glad for us all that the year has now reopened, but I am almost ecstatic that you finished your novel! Such a huge achievement. Looking forward to hearing how the editing is going....xx
And what a great photographer you are Lynne - a woman of multi-talents.
Your writing evokes a longing from me - to feel free and out there - you are good to make sure you go and get yourself some air and beauty.
I'm really thinking about my base and bowl. If the base is a memory, then that's very interesting. Different to your memories - what is the 'stuff of life' for me? Not just being out in nature - something else. A great thing to reflect on.
It’s a great provocation isn’t it? What is the bowl that fills you up? Thank you for your lovely words Juliana 😍 evoking a longing, I like that. I guess all my writing has a sense longing somewhere. Xxx
The bowl does indeed refill. What of the drips over its ill-defined edges, the unexpected, unwanted and sometimes perfect surprises that we are gifted? What does the bowl sit on? For some the surface is firm and reliable, for others it is uneven and weak. It matters not, for a life of comfort and predictability is no better that a life of challenge that is mastered and overcome. The true gift is knowing the bowl can fill and when empty, still keeps the potential to receive. Thank you for this reminder Lynne x
Yes! That’s it isnt it? Knowing that if our bowl is depleted, if we know what fills it up, we can always just go and do the things we know refill it. Remembering that fact sometimes is tricky.
Congrats on your novel, and so great to have you back. “Filling the bowl is such a wonderful metaphor—and a well-needed reminder on this side of the pond.
How I have missed our words! You did it…I am so excited for your novel and to catch up at the end of the month
On your wonderful piece of writing, that mid section would also make the most beautiful poem. Just perfect xx
Oh my, thank you so much dear Bel! I felt so out of practice with writing a post but I thought I just had to put something together 💕
I always put my hands on rocks..on trees ..on the earth.. but rocks always speak to me of time.. the hot summer smooth rocks of the Tuross River, grey, dark and smooth in the summer sun..
the sacred rocks of Gulaga here on the south coast of Djiringanj country NSW Australia… many hands have touched these rocks and hummed with them and spoken and listened to the ancestors contained within them and their stories… the birhing stones and the ancestors from the sea all held in stone ..watching and waiting….. I dont know what it is they see..
Lichens on rock are another favourite..not so much for touching..but the imagery and detailed patterns they express.. mandalas etching out across time…
It’s good to see you back on here. Well done for completing the draft of your novel!
Thanks for reading Iain! Deep in editing now…
Beautiful words, as always. Loved going on this journey with you Lynne - looking forward to the next adventure (your novel!) too. 🧡
It's dreamy to catch up with your words, Lynne. So transportive and reassuring. You have an eye for every detail. I'm so glad for us all that the year has now reopened, but I am almost ecstatic that you finished your novel! Such a huge achievement. Looking forward to hearing how the editing is going....xx
Thanks Ruth, most kind of you. 😊
And what a great photographer you are Lynne - a woman of multi-talents.
Your writing evokes a longing from me - to feel free and out there - you are good to make sure you go and get yourself some air and beauty.
I'm really thinking about my base and bowl. If the base is a memory, then that's very interesting. Different to your memories - what is the 'stuff of life' for me? Not just being out in nature - something else. A great thing to reflect on.
It’s a great provocation isn’t it? What is the bowl that fills you up? Thank you for your lovely words Juliana 😍 evoking a longing, I like that. I guess all my writing has a sense longing somewhere. Xxx
Good to hear from you again. And, congrats on the novel. I look forward to hearing more about it.
Thank you David, on both counts. I appreciate your welcome back very much ☺️
The bowl does indeed refill. What of the drips over its ill-defined edges, the unexpected, unwanted and sometimes perfect surprises that we are gifted? What does the bowl sit on? For some the surface is firm and reliable, for others it is uneven and weak. It matters not, for a life of comfort and predictability is no better that a life of challenge that is mastered and overcome. The true gift is knowing the bowl can fill and when empty, still keeps the potential to receive. Thank you for this reminder Lynne x
Yes! That’s it isnt it? Knowing that if our bowl is depleted, if we know what fills it up, we can always just go and do the things we know refill it. Remembering that fact sometimes is tricky.