Like white-foamed waves that break on lonely beaches. Like the wind’s song where no one hears the wind. They beckon us, I know, but to no purpose –The old forgotten things of humankind.
‘Remembrance’ – From Cofio – Waldo Williams
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In my dream, dolphins played in a friendly sea.
Their joy swelled my heart.
I clapped my hands,
applauding their display and immediately,
they were stilled,
their searching eyes fixed on mine.
In that fleeting moment,
that recognition of something other than myself,
all my senses were aware of
the ‘other’ in me,
the ‘other’ in them.
A Welsh word for habitat or place. A place where a being feels it ought to live, where nature around you feels right and welcoming.
Painting -Dolphin Dream – Teri Flynn * Masked Native