Maybe we don’t realise just how much our VAK prefences pervade everything we say, feel, write. I had been sitting on the balcony at home intending to write a piece about the modalities – the senses through which we filter all input - for the next Diploma training. As I sat with pen and A4 pad at the ready, I was aware of all the territory around me, of everything I was hearing and seeing and feeling……and this is what emerged………….
I love the lace
The new green white
That grows discreetly
Covering the windows
Us looking out
And no-one seeing in.
I love the fabric of it, hanging
New against the blue
Waving tiny hands from every branch
The laughter of its light voice
Touching and murmuring the breeze of early Summer
And I believe them every year -
Because lace doesn’t lie!