The cycle of a spirit
After I met with Haruka in May I asked if she could send me the links to her films and I finally watched them last night.
I found the shot of dust that sparkled and swam in the currents of air so poignant and lovely. More and more recently I am remembering the things that feel important to me; spending time with stillness, and if you dive headfirst in to the clear lake of stillness something really expansive happens below that mirrored surface. What happens usually goes beyond the present moment and stretches into another time, past, present or future. Haruka, the narrator, tells us that her Mother wishes her to scatter her ashes, she "wants to return to nature". I thought of my maternal grandparents whose ashes were combined together and spread last year on Madron Carn, up on top of the rocks that are the perfect view from the land to the sea. The carn is not far from where my Granny was born. Somehow the carn has always felt a part of us, my mum and aunty spent a lot of time there as children and so did me and my cousins too. The last time I visited the carn as we climbed on to the rocks to the highest point I felt hugged by a huge gust of wind, it surged all around us and I cried as I knew my grandparents will always be here. Haruka continues to say "By scattering the ashes, they blend into everything" and I believe it because I have felt it, the energy of the spirit of a person can never end or be destroyed it can only be transferred.