I am sitting in Villandry on the High Road, thinking about Stevie Smith and her Lazarus poem, wondering how it’s possible that I remember this from English class a lifetime ago. I am haunted by those few lines of late and I wonder if I am about to die. Or maybe give birth to something? I am trying to find the words, the scaffolding for my thoughts but they are like marbles that fall through my fingers and scatter on the wooden floor.
I am chilled from the breeze through the open door. There are voices drifting in from the street, traffic sounds. Everything moves. Changes. All is flux.
It is impossible to know how else this could’ve turned out.
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Was it ‘calmness’ that is sometimes underrated?
oh my. such a beautiful, haunting piece (both her poem and your writing). i know how you feel though. there is something unsettling in the air around me and i try to reach for it and grasp it and look at it… but it is far too elusive. just a feeling that i can’t for the life of me, put my finger on. perhaps i am simply feeling the death of summer, the passage of time. too fast. far too fast.
Sarah…how could you go to Villandry with out me!!
The season is slowly changing and your inner thoughts are in tune with it! embrace it!!
Love
M
x
sas Replied:
yes – i think that’s it :)
i hear you. and i am a totally fucking strong swimmer–no possibility that you will drown with me around.
sas Replied:
love
It’s amazing what comes to visit us, and when.