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Shiatsu adventure in Knoydart 2024 - post #3

  • hannahmackay3
  • Aug 9, 2024
  • 1 min read

land-loved

It could be, it just

could be

that the land will love us back.

On those days

when you remind the class,

in a meditation, or a treatment swap,

to include the green of the middle valley;

to drink in the support

of leaves bristling and fluttering in the sunlight,

and the deep, rock-clinging roots;

maybe the ash-trees, the birches, the thyme

and the waterfall

are whispering of you too;

reminding each other of the dear exhalation of breath,

your gift to them;

the way you come striding up the valley with the other boys,

or take a slow lead, quiet steps,

with a rag-bag group, students, teachers.

Maybe they tell each other that tale again,

how they try to lure you,

each crag beckoning to the next,

and the cloud-people scudding in the sky above.

Like the swallows and the cuckoos,

you come and go,

loving this land, as this land loves you.

Maybe, it might be like that;

it could be, it just

could be.



I wrote this poem after our exploration of the land near to Inverie, our walk together as a group, followed by bringing this experience into our shiatsu practice.


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