I have been writing some things for an up and coming Aoradh Wilderness retreat. We are heading off to the McCormaig Islands at the head of Loch Sween in a few weeks- 12 of us this year, and so I have been preparing some resources.

Here is part of a set of dispatches…

You are wrapped up in me

And I am bound up in you

.

We are held together by soft binding

Like tender shoot and stake

Like gift and gift giver

Like mud and gentle rain

Like worn shoe and weary foot

Like hot tea and cracked pot

.

Like universe and all those flickering stars

Like ocean and rolling wave

Like field and each tender blade of grass

 

There is now

And there is our still-to-come

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Coming