Hold fast to the tiller, to Gods of wind and waves, through storms and dreams,
through heartbeat of wings that arc and swoop and cry for land. Now is the time for faith, strength and courage.
We are not what we once were. The rushing waves break open our hearts, revealing the lies we told ourselves.
Swim, little fish, swim now to the edge and rest where the sky meets the horizon and see, in-between.
Image from a copy of my original oil painting from ‘Cynefin’ collection, a selection of paintings and prose, exhibited in Waterford, Ireland 2017.
Masked Native 
Such beautiful words, and so perfectly illustrated. Thank you.
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Thank you again, It’s good to know you are here
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