Sara Hailstone’s writing is born from navigating the raw and confronting connections that living in rurality projects by scouring collapsed domestic landscapes. She is an educator and writer from Madoc, Ontario who orients towards the ferocity and serenity of nature and what we can learn as humans from the face of forest in our own lives.
“Similarly, in the members of a temple there ought to be the greatest harmony in the symmetrical relations of the different parts to the general magnitude of the whole.” Marcus Vitruvius, De Architectura, Book III, Chapter 1, p 3
They align to center with beautiful physicality, Proportional, exquisite, divine: the temple. Breathe inhaled in magnitude, Gravitational momentum executed in Oceanic vibrations from sacred cores.
They ebb and flow amongst perfect contours, This ravenous consumption, analogy of Universal workings, deific rebalancing, An engrossed aerial eye, De Architectura Vitruvian, Umbilicus orientation, epithelium triangle.
He consumes her wombaness, those enticing Curves and circles. She lovingly knocks into Angular reprieve, masculine rigidity. She fears domestication, that boxed in suffocation. He fears cyclical patterns and that ravenous moon.
She places her back to the earth and embraces him, His arms form structural crosspieces and they sail Away together, a sanctified ship, her open legs and arms A mysterious ocean, he docks in her harbor amidst storm. He is her central line, watchtower and lighthouse.
They bring each other home: they ascend to heaven.
And in this magnetic connecting, they have the power to create life.
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