Dan arweiniad Kerry Steed, cynigiodd Llên Mewn Lle gyfleoedd i aelodau’r gymuned archwilio amgylchedd naturiol penrhyn Tyddewi drwy ysgrifennu creadigol, dysgu am fioamrywiaeth leol a newid hinsawdd wrth gefnogi lles meddyliol. Wedi’i gyflwyno mewn partneriaeth ag EcoDewi, cryfhaodd y prosiect y cysylltiadau rhwng ymarfer creadigol a gweithredu amgylcheddol lleol, gan helpu i godi ymwybyddiaeth o waith EcoDewi a denu gwirfoddolwyr newydd. Bydd y prosiect yn cael ei ddathlu gan waith celf ceramig gan yr artist lleol Rosemary Alderwick, yn ymgorffori’r cerdd isod gan Kerry Steed a darluniau a grëwyd gan ddisgyblion ysgolion cynradd lleol.
My soul is here
between earth and sky,
where the wind, mimicking the tide,
soughing in, sliding back,
transects the heavens instead of the shore,
and the air, carrying the speech of all things,
cries a language no one knows how to hear.
My soul is here, flowing
with shadows and shapes moving,
with sky waves rolling,
with the sea’s changing, its surface,
day and night, hightide and low
and in between
linking all the land edges of the earth.
Unity.
And my soul is here
… by the shore, I stand, and know that they are on some other shore,
or on a ship on the same sea …
Timeless.
Linking.
Ley lines
of rock,
an ancient stone
accepts my form.
And with my back to its quiet curve,
we touch the warming sun,
the energy of a new day, of kinship and connection.
… how does an ocean, plant and ant
crossing my page receive my exhaled breath?
As I breathe them, they breathe me,
By every atom we are kin …
We watch ribbons of sea foam,
like stretch marks on the ocean,
the skim and soar of a fulmar on taut wings,
we see the seal … does seal see us?
And the memory of a dolphin dream,
of swimming beside its velvet skin;
down thirty feet deep,
among silent forests of kelp
and the friendly, curious bass.
Do they know how they make us feel?
Seal, dolphin,
a smooth pebble, a slow ripple
… do they know?
So full of life,
my soul,
so full of beauty,
it trembles
… do we know how we make them feel? Do we?
Do we know?
How beauty hides their suffering.
How beauty hides the human harm.
Battered. Beauty. Destruction.
Sadness. Pain. All are colliding.
And as the wind, unseen,
will hammer faces, beat against rocks,
my soul cries
… does anyone know?
Does anyone know how to hear?
Ocean, plant and ant,
all that I am,
I feel you running the wildness through my veins,
without you? There is
… nothing.
But I am here,
and my sorry soul,
reaching into the living ground,
asks,
who is already awake?
Who would cure the ocean,
the earth?
Who is here now
to listen, to learn, to hear?
The song birds are chatting, like Guardians,
the wind is circling in celebration,
in expectation of clearing a new way,
and I am here,
full of the earth and the sky,
of ocean, plant and ant,
and I am here, now, I am here.
– Kerry Steed
