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 watchful duty over the estuary, returning over and over like an old friend.
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
In response to ivonprefontaine blog post, TakingThe Helm, I am making a return to WordPress with this updated post. With thanks for his word prompt Adrift and look forward to catching up with my WordPress friends again.
Watching Seagulls drifting air currents, my arms stretched wide.
Muscles soft, mind adrift.
Tracing patterns with gossamer wings.
The Winter Solstice brings more wind, more rain.
A single bird sings with many voices in the Holly tree.
The song is vibrant, clear, urgent. I long to understand its message,
but all I can hear is joy, all I can see is the Holly Tree,
singing to the wind and rain.
It’s about colour,
simply and wonderfully
like water aware of rising and falling,
aware of the observer,
seeing with different eyes.
During the 1980’s, Mike (Michael) Bryant created the Peace card above with a return option for receivers to re-send. He hoped that the chain of Peace would spread around the world. Unfortunately, I didn’t get around to sending it on at that time, I wish I had, but I offered his peace chain on my blog in November 2015, I don’t know how far it eventually travelled and now, for the second time, I offer it once more, to reach the hearts of all people who believe that Peace is the answer, that peace can soften the hardest hearts, that love for our planet and all it’s peoples, animals, vegetation, will bring the light back, to heal and nuture the gift of life in all its forms.
Image of world globe from original card by Mike Bryant
Wings of Peace is author’s own.
I am heartbroken tonight at what has happened in Paris. I pray that the Lord would comfort the families of those who have been senselessly slaughtered or wounded, that He would heal the wounded and return them to health and wholeness, that He would protect all the responders who are trying to bring an end to the carnage and care for the victims, that He would give leaders, authorities, and enforcers the strength and fortitude to face what lies ahead in the days to come, and that He would put His hand of blessing and safekeeping over Paris, all its citizenry, and the entire country of France. May there be no more heinous crimes against humanity therein. In Jesus’ name! Amen!
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with…
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Strive for simplicity
The Mayo Tao
I have abandoned the dream kitchens for a low fire
and a prescriptive literature of the spirit;
a storm snores on the desolate sea.
The nearest shop is four miles away –
when I walk there through the shambles
of the morning for tea and firelighters
the mountain paces me in a snow-lit silence.
My days are spent in conversation
with deer and blackbirds;
at night fox and badger gather at my door.
I have stood for hours
watching a salmon doze in the tea-gold dark,
for months listening to the sob story
of a stone in the road, the best,
most monotonous sob story I have ever heard.
I am an expert on frost crystals
and the silence of crickets, a confidant
of the stinking shore, the stars in the mud –
there is an immanence in these things
which drives me, despite my scepticism,
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Curtains still drawn.
The soft glow of a spot-lamp on the old oak table.
A cafetiere of fresh coffee on the little blue tray,
printed withVan Gogh’s beautiful Almond Tree blossom.
Books on shelves and all kinds of loved objects nearby.
Objects of stillness.
No question, suggestions, to being where they are.
rooted wherever I place them.
I listen for Sophia’s wisdom,
but she too is quiet.
No sudden revelation, or shock of recognition.
No fleeting glimpse of that ‘Other’ that exists alongside our reality.
In this stillness, I acknowledge the wisdom Sophia brought to me,
giving gratitude for adoration and play.
In response to the 5 day photo/story challenge from suedreamwalker check out her lovely blog, I accept this writing challenge and hope my efforts are worthy of Sophia’s wisdom.
My nomination for this fifth and last photo challenge is Virgilio Gavia@ gaviafamily.com
Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
(Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day