seasons

It’s quitting time, quitting time @ Tara

| Sheree

Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

Sweeping violins. A Southern Belle, pretty and shallow, chatters on as young men flock around her feet, captive. *Fiddle de de.* Relishing in colour, technicolor; rich reds, blues and greens of the gallant Old South. Pan out see mansions surrounding by plantations. Bonnets and ribbons. Dances and horses. Cotton.

Extract from: The Melodrama of Gone With The Wind

Found poem: 

Source: http://www.art21.org/texts/kara-walker/interview-kara-walker-the-melodrama-of-gone-with-the-wind

I first read Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell while completing an extra year at college. Gaining extra ‘A’ levels while I waited on my then boyfriend to make the grades.

I identified with Scarlett O’Hara, the bitch of a heroine, not Mammy. I definitely was no mammy. Not here to fetch and clean and be loyal. I definitely was not obese and coarse and ugly, or ‘have a shiny, glossy face of contentment as she be the most happy slave alive.’

Of course as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned where I’m placed in society. It’s okay to fantasise being the white heroine but I’ll never really be her. Better learn my place – to be there for the pleasure and enjoyment and whim of the white folk – and smile.

But what about my own pleasures and pains? Apparently they don’t exist. Apparently I’m incapable of such things, such finer characteristics. My reality states/shows otherwise.

It’s quitting time. I’m retreating into the woods in Aberdeenshire for the next week. I’m taking this opportunity as a reset. A chance to focus on my pleasures and pains. Drink on Mother Nature and give thanks for this life I have which isn’t being subservient/ submissive/ subjection to anybody.

I refuse the Mammy as well as the Scarlett, as they are both constructions and constrictions to control the female body.

I’m much more interested in the overspill, the excess, the unruly body. The blackwoman body that I live with/in daily and how nature supports me on this journey.

As a wind of flames sweeps through Georgia; menacing reds and oranges against a bleak dark sky swirl and crackle in time with fast ascending music. Real danger and Butterfly McQueen (real name not character name that would be Missy) flits around like a blue arsed fly worrying with no sense or plan.

Extract from: The Melodrama of Gone With The Wind

Found poem: 

Source: http://www.art21.org/texts/kara-walker/interview-kara-walker-the-melodrama-of-gone-with-the-wind

I’m no Missy either.

Cloud Watching in Faro, Portugal

| Sheree

Things are definitely looking up when I give myself the time and space to look to the sky.

Spending time cloud watching is always a good indication to/ for myself that I’m slowing down, that I’m breathing that little bit deeper, than I’m present.

When clouds go missing from my radar, from my daily view then it’s time to worry.

As it’s another indication that I’m not taking my medicine, that I’m allowing the shit of this world to overtake me, to bog me down.

Cloud watching, cloud appreciation is such a simple task, gift to myself and yet the loss of it, can mean the loss of self.

gathering tiles

| Sheree

I booked up on a whim. Last minute. I needed to get away. I needed to have some sun after months of rain.

When I jetted off in March we’d had rain everyday of the year so far in 2026.

I gave myself a few days in Faro, Portugal. My soul thanked me for it too.

Cheap holiday, with a balcony off my room and the sun just there was needed. And appreciated. The warmth helped me relax and unfold, slow down and appreciate the basic things like good food and wine. And a view.

What I found there was inspiration in the smallest and basic of places.

Their tiles. Inside and outside of their buildings. I made a collection of them. Here’s only a few.

More about my time away to follow.

Release and Receive

| Sheree

Tonight is a full moon. The full Sap moon. It’s an invitation to connect with that quickening energy within. Our inner rising. What’s coming to the surface at the time after hibernation?

I’m ready to let go of winter and embrace spring. I feel this cold season has dragged on long enough, dragging my energy down with it.

So thinking on this full sap moon and the transition between seasons from winter to spring, I’m ready to let go of all the heaviness of sluggish energy and thinking. I’m ready to shed some coats and skins and step into the light and rising temperatures.

What I’m now ready to call/invite in a bit more lighter energy. A more positive, playful, risk taking energy.

I’m ready to open a bit more like the trees buds of spring, slowly unpicking myself from the debris of a rough winter and grow into possibilities and alternative ways of being.