Haunting the seashore where mangroves once thrived.
Today's ghostly image relates to my last post Sheila Hyndman Remembered.
`Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English).
With bated breath I await to see how my book is received in the BVI. Since her death thirty-three years ago Sheila has been given scant recognition. Perhaps she was the prophetess they do not want to be reminded of. Sheila foresaw the greed and corruption that has manifested itself in recent times.
At the time of her death Sheila was working on a novel that spoke of her concerns. The work in progress was on the hard drive of her computer. The only copy (made on one of the early dot matrix printers) passed back and forth between us. I doubt that the hard drive and unfinished manuscript have survived. But what remains fixed in my memory, is an explanation of the book's theme, chapter by chapter, that Sheila verbalised during our time together.
Sheila's poem “Revelations” speaks of the creative union that existed between us.
I am a seeker of wisdom
You are the active force
That manifests my truths
For the good of humanity.
I am a contemplator of what was and shall be,
You are the revealer of the link that is.
I am of the sky and would flee the cares of men.
You are the Earth, the balance that keeps my sanity.
I am night, the creator of fear and uncertainty
You are the sun, that brings me ecstasy
At the dawn of our union.
I am black with the seed of knowledge
You are fair
And the fire of your purity
Bounds me to the seat of wisdom.
Here are links to the book and video.