‘Write a love letter to the earth’ we are told, ‘begin to find what is alluring to us, what calls to us from this beautiful mystical place.’

How wonderful it is to be so close to you, as I lay in your warm grasses feeling the delicacy of each blade and the softness of your touch as my fingers pass through each delicate strand. The pulse of you’re beating rhythm meeting my own heart and as I listen deeply our songs begin to entwine. I feel you calling me to come ever closer to share our bodies to touch the sensuality of mingling dances. As my toes and fingers find their way into your flesh, as I explore the rocks and stones and craggy places my bones meet your bones we become one together.

I know I am made from you and we are one together, the story of my life meeting the story of yours. As I feed you with my love and with my deepest affections I know too that you feed my soul and my very being with nourishment. This garden, this spirit world, these rose buds and waterfalls reminding me of the sweetest promises that I will make to you time and time again, that I am here for you just as you are here for me, to share the poetry and the pleasures, simply, being united in our love.

I touch your moss, your heather, your ivy clad tree trunks, I touch blossom and even your thistles and thorns, reminding me of all these places that are mine, also remembering my whole being, my self and all that can and will return into your darkness, my dismemberment is your compost ready to be born again as the sweet rays of sunlight warm our body’s as we reach again for heavenly skies, enchanted by the creatures big and small who stir our minds with dreaming. Here I am with you, guide me, love me, as a mother loves her child.

That night I dreamt as the river called its melody. I was taken to a place of council amongst the elders, there I sat as my body heated, yes the fire was burning not just in front of me in the center of the circle but inside my body, my temperature gauge now fluctuating crazily, my own central heating system is doing its stuff to take me more fully into elder-ship, my bleeding days diminishing fast, my ancestors and my elders knowing this journey well. ‘Welcome to the heat they tell me.’

I am then led to the river, ‘it is time to know the rivers ancestors too’ they say, ‘but to know this you must get used to the cold, it will be very cold’ I am told.

I dream further into the night, my dreamer awakened into what I was yet to experience.

The dream maker appears as a Station Master, old and grey, he seemed somewhat saddened.

Close by to the area we stayed in was a mine with its own railway; I felt its ghosts and presence. The stationmaster took me to an old house, it was very dark and damp, there were thick cobwebs in every corner. As I entered the room I saw that there were two empty fire places, neither had any sign of a flame or coal ready to be burned, they looked like they had been left for many years to collect dust and webs. Why were there two fireplaces here, maybe once it had been two rooms?

What did this dream mean? I was left there not knowing what I was meant to do. I wait for the clarity to present itself to me.

I feel the river seducing me into being myself, ‘just be yourself’ it calls to me as its vibration begins to quicken into me. I feel as if the river is under my skin, shaking me up as I sense this journey is taking me into some scary places. I remember the name I was given ‘Earth Light Singing’ I remind myself to keep singing and I do.

River running brightly,

River running lightly,

River running brightly

Hold me in your arms

I will sing you my song

I will sing you my song,

I will sing you my song

A song we will sing.

I have a Mytho Poetic Identity I am told. Something that we are born with, but as we grow older it becomes lost as we create our social identity which then needs to be formed. Social Identity is really important to help us establish ourselves. We develop our own ego characteristics that will help us to engage more with the world. Without the ego we are not able to form relationships, make decisions, create our careers or educate ourselves, amongst many other things known to the human race. We are born to have a unique place in our roles on earth, this is also known as our ecological identity. It has a destiny, a role, a quality to offer our communities and to the earth.

We have no idea what it is at first, no language to create it with. There needs to be a process that will help us to re-member what our eco-identity is……………….

An exert from ‘Reclaiming Our Innocence’ soon to be published, By Caroline Carey