Earth Breath

A slow, deep swell.  Tides recede, just for a moment, until the quiet, still centre gives back, and rushing to the shore, finds our footprints.

I have started, almost, but nearly at the end of October now and still haven’t got myself into a regular routine of real exercise. Feel really good on the one or two days that I drive into town, park my jeep a distance of just over a mile from the centre and walk the rest of way and back again.  I Walked to the beach and back on a few sunny days, took my camera and notebook with me, very pleasant. Took my bike out of storage and ventured out on it, once, but these country roads are so full of potholes and stones that it’s really not much fun, but I will get going.  I really will.  Monday is the 1st of November, this week-end I will plan how, what, when and where. I will.

After listening to music by Aqualise, the short poem above, came  easily. I became aware of my own breath,  in time with the sound of the sea. It was a deeply relaxing experience and made me realise how much benefit can be gained after just a few moments of real meditation.  How many of us try to fulfill all kinds of daily tasks,  as well as doing our best to look after ourselves.  I keep trying to get going on a regular exercise routine, so far, it’s all been a bit haphazard, but I will keep trying. I intend to take part in Mary Jaksch 8 week fitness challenge on Goodlife Zen,  and I will listen more often to grounding, meditative music.

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There is a gazebo at the end of the garden. It overlooks the estuary. When the tide is in, sea water pools around seaweed covered rocks. The sound is peaceful, meditative. I drink an early morning coffee, listen to the birds singing morning songs, watch a spider spin his fragile life between timber beams above my head. Even in the harshest of winters, the rise and fall of tides, sun-light on water, movement of sky, cloud, moon and stars, allows an awareness of nature behind the mask of perceived reality. I offer my words and pictures in celebration and gratitude to God, for allowing me a glimpse behind the mask. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Bio: Teri Flynn was born in Wales of Welsh and Irish Parents. Educated in England, she moved to Co.Waterford, Ireland in 1997 where her Poetry has since appeared in “The Turning Tide” – an anthology of new writing from Co.Waterford. “Southward” The Journal of the Munster Literature Centre and “Imagine” The Tallow Writers Group quarterly review. Her poetry appears in “Sticky Orchard”, a group effort with Alan Garvey, Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill and grant assisted by Waterford County Council’s Arts Grant Scheme. “Listening To The Grass Grow” with Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill was published by Edward Power at Rectory press and most recently, in ‘Murmurings’, Remembering Anthony O’Neil, with Jim O’Donnell and Alan Garvey. Her poem Queen Of The Sea was included in the Chesapeake Exhibition at RUH, Bath, 2011. Figurehead Carver, Andy Peters. Photographic display of Ship’s Figurehead Carvings by Richard Sibley – http://www.tallshipsgallery.com A themed display of her oil paintings and poems entitled Cynefin, were on display in Waterford during The Imagine Festival in 2017. Cynefin-pronounced kuh-nev-in is a Welsh word meaning habitat or place. A place where a being feels it ought to live, where nature around you feels right and welcoming.
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1 Response to Earth Breath

  1. Learning to listen to our own breath brings us to our centre.. And once we learn to listen to its rhythm we see how the Ocean breathes in and out.. And how Mother Nature holds her breath in the wind, as well as in the ripples of water in a stream..
    Loving reading your posts

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