CHI KUNG. NATURE. PRENATAL TRAUMA

CHI KUNG. NATURE. PRENATAL TRAUMA

Home Making


receiving raquel 2022

When the ground shakes under my feet
when much of me goes up, up and away
I look and see...
there, is the lover,
and there, the children
on the other side, the work
a bit farther the dreams,
… all scattered in bits and pieces.

When everything seems to be out there,
how am I to be here and hold it all?

In times of uprootedness, unease or pain
or when there is just too much bear
I imagine …
I imagine that the world out there 
loves me so much and so tenderly,
that it’s painful to see me vanish and fade away.
I imagine that the world loves me so deeply
that to be here
love also needs to arrive inside myself.

I've learned that home is something I make.
A everyday practice.
And that to know what home is
sometimes one needs to leave.
 
If I get lost, 
I know that the call of the world for me
is of the very same nature
as the slow grinding of seeds turned into flour,
as wild flowers made into tea
and the blanket weaved in sheep wool.
I know that the call of the world for me
is of the very same nature
as all gestures of love
with which I sat at the table of my home
for long enough so that to remember. 

To remember that love is the fabric that makes my body, my relations,
my house.
That love has already arrived.