Water,
rippled in the breeze,
curled edges running quickly to sharp sand,
changing the shape
of this strand,
where bare white crabs
sleep in shallow,
sun-warmed,
salty pools,
where flesh pink shells glisten
like jewels and
raucous sea-gulls
swoon
in a summer-blue sky.
Where Oyster Catchers ride the tide
inches above foam crested waves that break,
the way they always do.
My shadow, cast on seaweed covered rocks, will change, and change, and change.
Welcome home said the sea.
In the muddied mix of life, my footprints finding a trough of fertile silt.
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Shape Shifting © 2014 Teri Flynn @ Masked Native
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Beaches are the best right?The sand castles,the waves,the sunset,the crabs running,a really special place right?
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Good for walking and thinking too.
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Wonderful Teri…I could feel the salt and sand between my toes this morning.
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Thank you Jana, going barefoot on sand, grass or stone, should be prescribed for the health of body and mind. I was also thinking of the muddied mix of our life experiences, sometimes very hard to manage at the time, but in retrospect, prove to be the fertile silt for our growth.
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Teri, i am always inspired by the words you share, there is always a certain pleasant imagery that comes to life in such a soothing way…it has to be your precious selfless heart and spirit…but it is wonderful to share moments with you always!
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Thank you Wendell, your words bring a lightness to my heart.
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My shadow, cast on seaweed covered rocks, will change, and change, and change.
Welcome home said the sea.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<Such sparkling emotional imagery.
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Thank you Steven. Writing down the bones of emotional imagery, sometimes an answer is found in the image re-created.
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