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Ruins (drawing for J)


I made this drawing of the ruins in the the Natural Park between Castilblanco de los Arroyos and El Real de la Jara on request by J. The fields weren’t this wavy and the sky wasn’t as dark, but the landscape felt grand and the small silhouettes of pilgrims walking towards the ruins gave the scene something daunting. We joked about ghost stories and sat between the tiny white flowers in the grass. I was the happiest I’d been in months. And then, for no reason, J showed me a picture he took of the ruins and said “draw them for me, if you want.” I think he expected a more joyful portrayal. Perhaps a more skilful one as well. But yet I kept my promise.




To fight is to surrender
To one’s fear and pride
And step onto the battlefield
Well knowing that it might

Bring either victory and wisdom
Or scatter loss and pain
So much to loose
Such wealth to gain

It’s to stand strong
Be still and breath
Exist in the moment
And feel the earth underneath

To move with the wind
Heart light as a leaf
To ground like a rock
To believe

She’s steady and kind
Both supple and fierce
And the voice of her heart
Is all that she hears

To fight is to surrender
To the deepest of one’s soul
The warrior seeks stillness
Though the battle
Makes her whole