Lord of the Greenwood
Following the whisper of the wild
Dear Reader,
Next week, I’ll be stepping into the embrace of the wild. Just like the Lord of the Greenwood, I will follow the whisper of trees, dance around ancient stone circles, and move with the untamed rhythm of nature.
See you soon, once tree and stone have whispered their secrets and I’ve gathered their stories into words. Until then, I leave you in His generous, knowing hands.
Lord of the Greenwood
Carved, half-hidden, I am the face you see in all trees - amid the thickest leaves. Watch ten rays of sun sweet-talk the morning mist, high above my pagan heart, where knotted roots speak a tango to twisted limbs. Seek only the path with no end, for lips of berry and sunlight linger there. Sense Mother Earth and how she connects me to your world. Look deep into my eyes hear the whisper of the wild, it is where you and I belong.
For those interested ‘Lord of the Greenwood’ sleeps and dreams in my first poetry collection ‘A Liberated Sheep in a Post Shepherd World’ on page 76.
May ancient stones and whispering trees hold you in their gentle embrace.
Yours in words, Deborah
If my words strike a chord and you feel inspired to dive deeper into my poetry or explore my essays on Jungian thought, I invite you to visit: The Liberated Sheep
as I work on the first chapter about and into the 'Inner Wilderness' I am thrilled to see, feel, and hear the whisper of resonance with the Lord of the Greenwood 💚 🙏 🌲 🍃 🪶 🦉
Hi Deborah, well I see the smile at my grandfather peering back at me, etching a smile on my face even before I read. Into the wild you two go ... to feel into the sentient beings of nature's gifts. Look forward to you telling us the stories of their whispers — of wisdom. He summons in us in the poem to connect with her, our mother. Have a blissful time. 🙏 💚