R.A Falconer
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Writer, Creative, Intuitive. Mother. Curator at Midwives of the Soul.
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On Ovid's Tale of Baucis and Philemon
One cold, stormy night, two beggars bedraggled by wind and rain came to a town set on the side of a hill. Home to home they went, begging for shelter from the storm; but even at the richest homes they found rejection, abuse, harsh words, the doors bolted shut against them. All night the two travellers searched until finally they came to a simple, rustic cottage at the edge of town. Here an old woman named Baucis, opened her door.
By R.A Falconer 5 years ago in Fiction
On The Weaving and the Unweaving.
I would walk with her held in my arms for hours. Meditatively treading a small spiral of passageways familiar as my own breath, warm breast at her cheek, feet moving slowly through what had become the safe, cocooning labyrinth of my home.
By R.A Falconer 5 years ago in Families
Easter. Australia
I live in the Southern Hemisphere; in Australia. Where the night sky is illuminated by the twinkling stars of the Southern Cross. Where, as the days grow longer in the Northern Hemisphere, Easter comes as summer breathes her last warmth into cooling days. The heat at this time of year is subtler, steady, the days shorter; dusks glowering into bleeding gold and triumphant reds. The native trees are mostly eucalyptus. Some tower with ghostly white trunks but most are wily, their gnarled brown bark full of living things like beetle and weaving spider, or the winding highways of black ant, the dark hollow of sleeping possum. The ground at this time of year is hard, the native trees shedding leaves to cool their roots. Closer to the equator, wet season is closing and rivers run full with brown water. This land is no stranger to the extremes of nature. To Nature's cycles of death and rebirth or the miracle of regeneration. Where, after fire or drought or flooding rain - fire-blackened trees, cracked earth and deserts bloom full to leaf and flower, seemingly resurrected back to life.
By R.A Falconer 5 years ago in Wander
