28.11.23 - Some life
Our last forest school of the year...
Oh Rathlin - rose in winter
Golden is the light
All those impossible hues
Walking the path we have done so before
A kind of modesty
Testimony
One morning, an unwritten poem on a new sky
There are so many thoughts which wash up and get taken back. It is a romantic idea of island life. As visitors we contend with nothing. We only receive the hospitality and kindness of those who have made a life there. A life after life after life.
That is some life... to be able to go to the island. Some life to have forest school. Some life to live it so that it is utterly fulfilled. That is some life. The satisfaction of that some life...
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