Following the reading of the poetical work Grief is the thing with feathers by Max Portman, the consideration of the role of time healing all wounds and slowly inexorably changing
A profound poem I return
It resonated, as I use meditation as part of my process. It also reflects discussions on meditation I had with mum, who was a lifetime practitioner. I am currently collaging her poem onto tissue paper and board, reconsidering the flow of the words. I am exploring the flight of the moment and an abstracted fluid representation and expression of this theme.