27/05/2024
I'm very happy to announce that, courtesy of the lovely DDeborah Buckleyand AAurora Klimowicz I'll be conducting poetry workshops at their beautiful home, AAngel Sussurriin Yarramalong when I get back from NZ [Nzud].
Below is a poem I wrote many moons ago, after my mother died and I thought all my dreams had died with her and I half wanted to die too.
I dedicated Woman of Dreams to my Mum and to Sr Agnes Hopper who taught me science at EEx-students of St Josephβs College. Lochinvar, NSW as strong women who encouraged others to pursue and achieve their dreams. And to survive life when it gets hard, when we feel we've lost everything dear to us. Which is never true - there's always more love and beauty and good people in the world, even when we've lost those we love the most. π·π§©ππ¦π«§
~ Woman of Dreams ~
There once was a woman,
from a far away place,
from a time long ago,
who dreamt herself old with dreams of regret,
dreamt herself a figure of ice with dreams of fear,
dreamt herself a statue of stone with dreams of hate
and dreamt herself dead with dreams of lost love.
There once was a woman,
not in a far away place,
nor from a time long ago,
who dreamt herself young with dreams of love,
dreamt herself bold with dreams of possibilities,
dreamt herself whole with dreams of children
and dreamt herself alive with dreams of adventure.
There once was a woman,
who was both you and both me,
she dreamt wild dreams,
impossible dreams, unlikely dreams,
silly, crazy, mad dreams.
And she wove them all together,
with fine thread and long string,
with bright coloured ribbon,
with wishes, with prayers,
with words and with song.
She dreamt all her dreams,
she watched them all grow,
played with them like kittens,
stroked them like small puppies,
sang to them like baby birds,
and fed them like children.
She planted her dreams,
nurtured her dreams,
moulded and sculpted and carved her dreams,
out of the bare rock of existence,
the warm earth of her life,
the force of her soul
and the love from her heart.
This woman -
this dreamer of dreams,
who is both you and both me,
she dreamt her dreams
... and she moved softly towards them.
Β© Karen Adler, 1998