Grief Dreams
hand dyed cotton with logwood, goldenrod and eucalyptus.
Grief dreams of dark mother, the one who scoops life back through the bones of her pelvis, through the dark womb dark night of her creation. All beings pass back through this way, through the way they came, and in so doing she helps them dissolve back into the cosmos. Every pain or grief is metabolised this way in the fertile darkness of this absolute void, and transformed - as everything is - between the bones of creation. She rocks to the rhythm of this wordless grief is a moan a silence a murmur a fire in the dark cave that holds her holding us.