Nicola Wood

Nicola holds woman circles as part of her offering at Women Replanting and also works in the charity sector. She’s a creative enjoying writing poetry, painting and singing. She is a mother to three and lives in a village in Wiltshire.

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Diary 2025

Desperate to be wild
No more polish
I wish for my thick, wild,
youthful brown
and ageing grey curls
Gifted by ancestors
To be woven with nettles and petals
Flying wildly in the wind
To growl guttural sounds from deep within
Drink the rain
mud splashed up the winter coat upon my legs
But
Whilst walking at night, a fox stalks
Large
A mother perhaps
She is unafraid and wild eyed
I. am. afraid.
need to run
To the comfort of a heated home
Where windows and doors keep such wildlings at a distance
But the safety does not stop the wild calling still
The wild-eyed fox dares me back outside, back to myself…

Take a breath
the chaos surrounding you can fall
as if soft feathers rain down from the sky
brushing your skin with the gentlest of touch
Breathe
here you are
not in the future you dream up
Or behind in stuck memory
but in the chest rising and falling
Wrinkled skin beneath your toes
The subtle blinking of every eyelash
Roots grow and ground you
Threads from the earth to your veins
You are soil
Rock
Fire
Water
Your edges cut like the precious stone carved within the cave
Your breath rolls over you
Awareness smooths your being like a pebble on the shore.