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.

About maskednative

There is a gazebo at the end of the garden. It overlooks the estuary. When the tide is in, sea water pools around seaweed covered rocks. The sound is peaceful, meditative. I drink an early morning coffee, listen to the birds singing morning songs, watch a spider spin his fragile life between timber beams above my head. Even in the harshest of winters, the rise and fall of tides, sun-light on water, movement of sky, cloud, moon and stars, allows an awareness of nature behind the mask of perceived reality. I offer my words and pictures in celebration and gratitude to God, for allowing me a glimpse behind the mask. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Bio: Teri Flynn was born in Wales of Welsh and Irish Parents. Educated in England, she moved to Co.Waterford, Ireland in 1997 where her Poetry has since appeared in “The Turning Tide” – an anthology of new writing from Co.Waterford. “Southward” The Journal of the Munster Literature Centre and “Imagine” The Tallow Writers Group quarterly review. Her poetry appears in “Sticky Orchard”, a group effort with Alan Garvey, Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill and grant assisted by Waterford County Council’s Arts Grant Scheme. “Listening To The Grass Grow” with Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill was published by Edward Power at Rectory press and most recently, in ‘Murmurings’, Remembering Anthony O’Neil, with Jim O’Donnell and Alan Garvey. Her poem Queen Of The Sea was included in the Chesapeake Exhibition at RUH, Bath, 2011. Figurehead Carver, Andy Peters. Photographic display of Ship’s Figurehead Carvings by Richard Sibley – http://www.tallshipsgallery.com A themed display of her oil paintings and poems entitled Cynefin, were on display in Waterford during The Imagine Festival in 2017. Cynefin-pronounced kuh-nev-in is a Welsh word meaning habitat or place. A place where a being feels it ought to live, where nature around you feels right and welcoming.
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5 Responses to Halfway

  1. Tom says:

    Your writing reminds, once again, what we see when we make ourselves open to seeing. It’s all there. It is always there … but we usually are not.

    Like

  2. maskednative says:

    Yes Tom, life can overtake at times and the wonder of life is so easily passed by, but when we mange to be consciously present, it is sublime in its simplicity and I am always so grateful for those moments.

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  3. Beautifully written, I saw your like and its been a while since I was here.. Now we are half way nearly through March..
    Sending love and well wishes your way
    Sue ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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