Author Archives: maskednative
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, … Continue reading
Under a three forked tree, wind blows through the noisy caw of crows. Continue reading
A snowflake wends its way to earth, dissolving on your hand. Two or three and more leave snow pearls in your hair. You lift your face to the sky, receive snow kisses on your skin, hold your breath as the … Continue reading
Chopin’s Seagull ballet to Air On A ‘G’ String. Photo ©Teri Flynn
Water prickling, seeping through pebbles, over and under to the far-out sea. Come back, come back, be filled. One lonely gull, no more than that to prove I exist, here, now. Mounds of brown sea-weed, great lumps of slime and … Continue reading
Morning sojourn, a single gull on the water, touching home.
9pm. The tide creeps slowly in.A seagull flies overhead. The helicopter returns, sees me here, sitting on this rock.Like an angel come to see if I’m alright, I’ll be alright, It tilts in acknowledgement, so low above, then returns to it’s … Continue reading
Originally posted on Masked Native:
? 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. Art © 2014 TCFlynn @ Masked Native…
Watching Seagulls drifting air currents, my arms stretched wide. Muscles soft, mind adrift. Tracing patterns with gossamer wings.