Last night I had a dream that she handed me back the lavender bag I’d made for her and I held it to my nose and inhaled its sweetness. “but I made it for you,” I protested and she replied “you need it more right now”. In the morning I cried in the kitchen because I wasn’t done healing and I had to help him heal now and still I chopped the onions and stirred in the cayenne pepper. Feeling unmothered I walked to the meadow and the ladybirds showed me how to cling on no matter how hard the wind blew and the butterflies showed my spirit how to be light again and the oak tree took on part of my sorrow and I realised we are all healing each other all the time, passing love back and forth like sweetened mead.
Sweetened Mead
