I will remember 2020 as a year of coming back to my roots. In every possible way. After 4 years in Italy, I returned to Denmark. Not according to plan. But what an unexpected gift it has been. Revisiting everything from a fresh point of view.
While the world was in meltdown, I steadily kept moving inwards. Digging for those deeper roots of a spiritual kind. I felt how many other people were doing the same. Committed to creating a new alchemy of being. Much needed for the next chapter we are all embarking on. Beginning with myself. Softness. Respect. Grounding.
My dreams intensified during all this. What meetings took place in those colorful places I went to, when I closed my eyes. Day by day I started bringing them into reality. I found freedom in dancing and writing and I met myself as a little girl again. So hungry to learn, to play and to find the next adventure. I went with her into youth and early adulthood. I had to loose some emotional weight. There was time for that. What a relief.
And Love. Always right there blinking at me. Moving and tempting me to surrender to the bigger part of me. I’ll share one of the poems I wrote together with an old picture I found from a butterfly dance. I bought it as a painting in Bali when I was 19 years old. Two decades ago! I don’t believe it. Reminder to make every day count. 2020 was a tough year, but we know what follows after the darkness right? Happy new year everybody and here comes the poem.
So the shiver came
from silent moons
Two of them
and one in bloom
He lifts her up
and doesn’t stop
Streams of thoughts
pull further up
Through shooting stars
of wounds and scars
Exploded past
Brings peace at last
The sky ride
of a stolen bride
A honey spell
A midnight shell
Melting mouth
Spelling doubt
It’s blind time now
They’re leaving now
Sinking, blinking, thinking
Stops
One things stays
A kiss with grace
Shiver time
River crime
Who gives it all?
In free fall
A lock of hair
a flock, a pair
Taking
Breaking
Shaping
Sun Spoon
Swan Moon
The Sweetest night
When all was right
Eyes were closed
Yet all exposed
Yes
Eyes were closed
Yet all exposed
© Karin Grand 2021
Karin Grand 