In August I had the great joy of enjoying a few days on the Isle of Eigg in Hebrides and took of the 3 healers, silence, solitude and stillness. Saying in a simply Boffy which was half in the woods, the native hazel woods, one day this just flowed out. So here it is in time for a poetic offering for Autumn Equinox.
Hazel the wise,
Ash of the Grove,
We move with the wind,
We move and grow with spirit,
Spirit is in the wind.
It shapes and forms us and how we grow,
We bend and bow, gnarl and know,
We breathe and sigh,
This is not our lot,
From seed to fruit to log,
We serve, we are we give and we grow.
Oh tussled network below,
Tangled branches do play,
We stand tall, short, bent or gnarled,
However, best it is for us to grow.
Beneath our branches much does grow,
Between our toes much does flow,
We are between earth and air,
And are the cycle for these two.
Water feed us and makes us grow,
More for light and air we transmute
For all to breathe and grow with joy.
Water is the earth’s blood
And we are her lungs
The atmosphere her aura
Stones are her bones
Magnetism is her nervous system,
as she lives and breathes.
Every creature, every species
Dances and plays bring joy, movement,
Nourishment, illumination to her mighty body
‘Tis after all heaven on Earth!