Listen with the sea, curling over rocks,
oyster, laid open with razor, and clusters of pink and bone white shells.
Listen with the Gulls, see them swiftly rise and fall, hear their call of freedom over footprints.
Sit upon a warming rock,
listen to the tide, fill your spirit with the lullaby,
the heaving sigh.
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About maskednative
I live in Ireland, in an extended cottage overlooking Waterford Estuary, privvy to constant changes of light on water, colour and movement, tides and people. I am anglo-Irish and although my initial intention was to live here for a year and a day, I am still here, a blow-in to these shores for the past fifteen years. There have been countless times when I wanted to run back to England with homesickness and relief, but for one reason or another, so far, it has not been possible. I surrender, the soul of Ireland has captured me, allowed a glimpse of the world behind the mask of everyday experiences, bringing forth a mixture of words and pictures from an ordinary everyday life, filled with ordinary everydayness that I offer as a celebration, to the creator of this truly wonderful planet.
Your lovely words calm, comfort and inspire–quite a feat. Thank you for the gift. xo
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To calm, comfort and inspire, wow, thank you for that comment ST. Likewise with your words.
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A delightful post. Nothing as calming and comforting as the seashore. You have captured the serene beauty in these words and images.
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Thank you Otto. The seashore was serene on this day, it is also majestic in it’s fury.
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I’m very happy to share the many moods of the sea, but always, words escape me to give it full expression.Thank you Otto, for reading my posts.
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lullaby / heaving sigh. Love it. Feels like such a breath of…….the wonderful.
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Yes, An Awesome Wonderful.
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the moon
breathing out
the tide
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the ebb and flow of life
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organisms circulating
oxygen and carbon
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