Annabel Du Boulay’s
Wheelbarrow Wisdom™ Blog
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
“The Red Wheelbarrow” By William Carlos Williams, from THE COLLECTED POEMS: Volume I, 1909-1939, copyright © 1938 by New Directions Publishing Corp. Use by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp.
The humble wheelbarrow is believed to have first been used in the Temple of Eleusis in Ancient Greece, where the famous secret religious rites of Ancient Greece were held – the Eleusinian Mysteries – which were initiations held every year by the cult of Demeter and Persephone, the Harvest myth upon which my novel The Serpent’s Tale is founded.
In third century China, the wheelbarrow was known as ‘the gliding horse’, whilst in Medieval Europe, it was used predominantly in England and France until it grew in widespread popularity during the fifteenth century.
In William Carlos William’s poem “The Red Wheelbarrow”, it is the symbol of unity, of the alchemical Sacred Marriage between red and white, female and male, of our relationship with Nature and Her infinite cycle of the seasons which mirrors the life-cycle of our souls from birth to growth to decay, death and rebirth.
The reappearance of the sun after the rain, ‘glazing’ the wheelbarrow, reminds us that although the storm may bring turmoil to our lives, it also purifies us at the same time, rebirthing us out of the darkness into the light of hope and renewal.
The white chickens symbolise our loved ones who seek shelter with us from the storm and re-emerge into the sunlight supporting us with simple acts of kindness.
The Wheelbarrow Wisdom™ Blog is my way of reaching out a feathered wing of friendship to you. I have weathered many storms in my life, dragging heavy loads through muddy fields to return with my wheelbarrow cleansed by the rain and full of Harvest gifts to share.
Along with my children, horses have been my greatest teachers. As my favourite visionary artist Cheryl Yambrach Rose says in her Art Through the Starstream Oracle:
In Bedouin society, a horse may be considered a member of the family. They may even drink water from the same cup and share the same tent. This extends the perception of family, creating an all-inclusive tribe consciousness that is common to ethnic groups. There is a sense of connectedness. No-one feels abandoned. They have the support of the tribe.
As you sign up to my blog, we welcome you to our tribe – may you be cleansed by the rain, renewed by the sun and supported by our friendship.
The Isle of Avalon