sea – Masked Native

Sky Boat

November 10, 2021

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.

Prayer

July 25, 2021

A prayer for the well-being and peace of my Mother, and her Mother, and her Mother, and her Mother, and all the Mothers we are descended from.

A prayer for my Daughter, and your daughter, and her daughter, and their daughters, for their peace and well-being, for the spirit and soul of the Feminine, without which we are lost.

A prayer for my Sons, and your sons, and their sons, and their sons, for their peace and well-being, for the spirit and soul of the Masculine, without which they are lost.

A prayer for our world, for everything in it, for the peace and well-being of all its peoples and all its animals, birds, plants, trees, rocks, mountains, rivers and seas and all the fish therein.

May we live in peace, love and harmony with gratitude to the Creator of our universe, and all its suns and moons, stars and planets

and for all those gone before us, all those with us and all those yet to come, may all be blessed in this prayer.

(‘Prayer’ by Teri Flynn)

Half-way Up The Mast

August 4, 2015

The companionship of like-minded beings,
managing ropes, sails, decks, cleaning, maintaining,
eating, sleeping, learning,
contained in a vessel of awesome proportions.

Half-way up the mast, the view is changed,
the deck below much smaller than it seemed.
Half-way up the mast, sea, sky, wind,
a single mind, a new perspective.

Photo courtesy of Richard Sibley tallshipsgallery.co.uk

Wind Of Change

May 13, 2015

In this wind,
Estuary waves crash like surfers on the sand.
What news do they bring from far-away lands

(from my notebook – May 13th)

I’m sitting on a rock below the Power’s place where tumbled rocks, heaped upon each other, stay the land-slip for a while. A fallen tree branch lies horizontal, fresh green sprouting to the sun.

Something stirs in my heart. I seek its message.

Be like a rock, it says. This wind brings change. Build solid foundations. Let roots settle, contained in fertile ground to flower as all things should.

Wind-swept clouds streak like feathers across the sky.

Oyster shells gleam like little silver plates. The tide rushes in.

Field Notes By The Sea

February 19, 2015

Listen with the sea, curling over rocks,

Field notes for MN1

oyster, laid open with razor, and clusters of pink and bone white shells.

Listen with the Gulls, see them swiftly rise and fall, hear their call of freedom over footprints.

Sit upon a warming rock,

listen to the tide, fill your spirit with the lullaby,

the heaving sigh.

4th February 2015
A bright winter sun, cut through with North wind chill.
I sit with some discomfort below the wall made from rocks and stones.
The tide is out. I feel it has taken you with it but I am here, honouring the memory of you.
Three years since that night,
listening with J & S to the gentle music and chanting of Tibetan Meditation.
We lit candles in the Gazebo at the end of the garden.
We were with you, waiting for midnight, to coincide with your leaving on the other side of the world.
When the music ended, we opened a bottle of Champagne
and laughing through tears, we shared anecdotes of your past presence in our lives,
but in a breath of wind, the cry of gulls, a whispering sea, you are always here.

Letting Go

November 30, 2014

Swim little fish,

swim to the edge of the deep blue sea,

to the thin line of sky…and imagine…just imagine,

letting go.

A New Horizon

July 8, 2014

boat on gold

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.

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.

Cynefin

June 13, 2014

Like white-foamed waves that break on lonely beaches. Like the wind’s song where no one hears the wind. They beckon us, I know, but to no purpose –The old forgotten things of humankind.

‘Remembrance’ – From Cofio – Waldo Williams

~ ~ ~

In my dream, dolphins played in a friendly sea.

Their joy swelled my heart.

I clapped my hands,

applauding their display and immediately,

they were stilled,

their searching eyes fixed on mine.

In that fleeting moment,

that recognition of something other than myself,

all my senses were aware of

the ‘other’ in me,

the ‘other’ in them.

~ ~~

Cynefin –

A Welsh word for habitat or place. A place where a being feels it ought to live, where nature around you feels right and welcoming.

Painting -Dolphin Dream – Teri Flynn * Masked Native

Heart Print

February 22, 2014

And the sea filled a heart shell

with heart sand.

sand heart in shell

And you are here,

in my heart.

Masked Native

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