Halfway

It was good to stop and take a halfway moment, allowing my mind to wander into forgotten dreams, surrounding myself with thoughts of softness, kindness, strength, and the pleasure of just being here. The unfolding was encouraging, 

 

 

halfway

 

Halfway down the crumbling wooden steps, the sound of waves rolling onto sand. 

Halfway through January, the morning has warmed to three degrees.

Halfway between here and there, thoughts of scrambling autumn blackberries, and

yellow wild flowers nestling amongst the scrub.

Raindrops in a line on the tips of thin grass.

My halfway thoughts linger on all the small jewels.

Breathe

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Breathe

White, foamy sea spilling into rock pools.

Seaweed fingers rise and fall.

Sunlight  flickers like fireflies on the sultry sway.

The dark cave beckons but all there is to do is simply

breathe, breathe, breathe.

Life is difficult at times. Worries are carried like a heavy burden on our backs, but how quickly they can dissolve.

A song overheard connects us to a happy memory.

An understanding smile from a friend, no words needed.

The absolute certainty of day and night and the belief that tomorrow will be different.

The image above was one of those moments, holding me in the stillness of a gentle day. 

Along with the seagull observing his world of light on water, we were spellbound for a while.

 

Photo – taken in Dunmore East by Teri Flynn