I am starting slowly, from a low-to-the-ground place.
|Tree, Merrion Square Park, Dublin, July 2005|
If it is the journey and not the destination, then it is the longing and not the attainment.
I must tend to my longings, feed them, encourage them to grow from the ground of my being, so in turn they nourish me.
It’s not easy being a late-bloomer, often a complete non-bloomer, and occasionally dying right back down to the roots to spend time hidden and safe in the underworld, to get some good old composting done before the next furtive emergence.
The world is not always understanding of such changeability, of an adherence to inner seasons that cannot be tamed and forced into production on demand.
It’s not easy but I can’t be rushed. I have to take my own sweet time dancing with the invisible.
Words and images from my Instagram project @the_wild_nun