In this wind,
Estuary waves crash like surfers on the sand.
What news do they bring from far-away lands
(from my notebook – May 13th)
I’m sitting on a rock below the Power’s place where tumbled rocks, heaped upon each other, stay the land-slip for a while. A fallen tree branch lies horizontal, fresh green sprouting to the sun.
Something stirs in my heart. I seek its message.
Be like a rock, it says. This wind brings change. Build solid foundations. Let roots settle, contained in fertile ground to flower as all things should.
Wind-swept clouds streak like feathers across the sky.
Oyster shells gleam like little silver plates. The tide rushes in.
The wind is about to change yet again, Hold fast to your roots .. I have enjoyed exploring your blog.. And your words evoke their own images..
I came via your site via Eddie Two Hawks and old dear friend of mine on the net for some years now.. 🙂
I see you listen well 🙂
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lessons everywhere.
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