I run events under the professional name Black Ven Poetry – creating walks, workshops, retreats and running creative community projects that invite active participation (in small or large numbers) in response to sites or local themes. I’m interested in language and patterns and the unending flow of process and all things relating to a deepening connection to the land.
I work with local museums, libraries, schools and memory cafes to encourage all ages and abilities to engage with the homecoming that is being in nature outdoors, to guide and encourage the river of poetry within us all through creative prompts and artistic freedom to play, encouraging creative expression and inspiring courage to speak and write with authentic voice. I’ve noticed in my workshops that disrupting creative blockages, and building confidence in creative writing and poetry can really shift energy, break the chains that bind potential, and transform.
I’m a wanderer of many miles and years, my own poetry explores the journey of the heart in its quest between ports; always tracking the sundial shadow of belonging and love, venturing a course true north.
I study artists, thinkers, storytellers and poets who show us what it is to be human in a more than human world, who honour dead languages and sleeping warriors, lost species and old names. I listen on the wind and follow music that carves beauty from chaos in its reverberation, combing the mundane from the everyday in trembling dawns of birdsong. I find friends in rock and stone, read and attend the teachings of great poets and myth, sit at the feet of great forests and trees, navigate by the sky-dictionary.
I am for writing and activism that serves with humility and beauty, crafted for the purpose of sharing, healing, teaching and tendering kindness to the earth, community and ourselves. I am for creative process as an essential means of communication and expression in the deep “heart-work” (Rilke*) that connects us to what really matters in our lives now.
Somewhere there is always hope, somewhere there is a always kingdom to defend, a battled-sword with a big story to tell, and a star to navigate by. And love. And love. And love.
“And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider—
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give—yes or no, or maybe—
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.”
A Ritual to Read to Each Other, William Stafford
Sarah Acton, April 2019
*“The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.” (