Stormwolf

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Free spirit, non conformist, born out of time. Open heart ❤
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"We are made of all those who have built and broken us.".... Atticus.

Recently re-located to a place near the coast in N E Scotland. I was in Edinburgh for 15 wonderful years (so it seems looking back) I was involved in many projects of volunteering, study of history at Edinburgh further education classes run through the university and transforming my garden into a haven of peace and tranquility a stone's throw from the river. (Leith Water)
I offered healing there to good effect and was generally content....then the dark cloud of "covid" shattered everything I held dear.
Everything closed and a deep sense of fear and oppresion took over so many, it was tangeable in the air for me. Suffocating...

I had to escape to be nearer my home town (Nairn) in case I was to come to a premature end. (Make it easier on the family)

Plus I wanted to be fully involved with my latest grandchild having more or less lost contact with the previous three as I say in one of my poems ("A weeping wound with no stopping"

Time does not heal. It only gradually fades the colour and the vibrancy of the loss but that can be rekindled in a moment through a triggering memory. So I carry pain in my body that needs to be healed and that healing will come from a source other than Big Pharma!

My passion is art of all kinds. Art and nature so poetry is my voice, which at times is best kept to myself rather than put to print. That is perhaps a mistake but do I want to be read as the depressed poet?  Maybe best to get it out anyway and celebrate the better days.

We are brave and bold when we expose our deeper selves through poetry but that is what I admire so much in my favourite poets.
I have been through another episode of my chaotic life, where 'stepping out in faith', has brought the very Heavens down upon my head but that is the lot of the one who refuses to play safe. Only in stretching our comfort zones will we grow. (IMHO)

My garden is almost finished. Every day of planting and moving pots followed by a day of total pain and immobility. I shall never give up. 

The sap is rising yet again in this well worn tree. I hope to be writing soon.

I generally only comment on poetry as that is my genre.