Location: Stanage Edge, Derbyshire
I walk along the millstone grit ridge of Stanage Edge.
Tablets of stone
Protrude out of the Earth.
Huge boulders stack on themselves, sitting proudly on the lip of the fault line.
Pools of rainwater sit in the shallow, stony hollows, held and gathered after our summer of heavy rains.
The heather in bloom hugs the peaty contours, rolling away to the far horizon. Her heady, sweet scent is lifted into the air and fills my nostrils.
I am scent
I am rock
I am earth
I am sky
I am expanse
I am water.
A large, gritty boulder -
These bowls are the size of my hands cupped together.
As body -
As form and structure
I gather up rainwater from a ground pool, using my cupped hands to fill this holding space in the rock.
Water, like emotion spreads to meet its boundaries. Water will flow into every crevice, crack and space. It fills every void -
I use my fingers to pull off the purple, round flowers of the heather -
Complete, held -