Finding the way

Digging ourselves out of this nest we call life, searching for the place we belong, we meander here and there on the changing tides, sometimes tripping over unexpected obstacles on our chosen path, and then sometimes finding a clear and direct route to where we belong. Many fail on their journey, choosing to linger round the bright shiny lights that distract us, finding later that it has become too late to turn around and so we suffer for our ways and feel the sadness in the end. Some of us move towards the light and then the light goes out, leaving us only the moon and stars to guide us by. We stare above at the mesmerizing beauty of a universe we don’t always understand, but the steadfast lights never err. They become a part of who we are, our roadmap and compass to steer us right.

It is a journey we must take alone and although we may find ourselves in the company of kindred souls, each step is ours and ours alone to take. One step at a time, we hear the call of an endless mother ocean calling us home and we gather our strength and muster on, tripping over little things and big alike but we keep on keeping on. We feel the rhythm of the water as it lifts us gently and carries us forward, like a mothers arms in a cradled lullaby we feel at peace and know we are moving in the right direction. 

Many on the journey will move at their own pace, some making it to the awaited destination, others giving up or too sickly to finish trying. I Imagine myself as a strong one. Hitting those waves with a glee filled laugh that echoes to the heavens and says here I come, ready or not, plunging in headfirst into the beauty of life that has been waiting a thousand years for this very step to be taken, and my little arms keep growing stronger and the water is like a buoy bobbing me along like a mini surfer chick taking me on an amazing ride. Woo hoo, here I come world, watch me glide into the arms of a peaceful night sky and become my destiny. I am alive and I am me and with the flick of my stub little tail I descend to find forever and tomorrow just a stroke away.

Damn, I just love baby sea turtles…..aren’t they just the cutest things?

21 thoughts on “Finding the way

  1. I was so excited to see a nest on the beach I frequent, although where it is, I think the waves may wash it away which would be a shame, lots of erosion down there happening….but I will pray for many to make it πŸ™‚ thanks Michael,
    Always, Kim

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  2. very few make it to live, predators, lights distract them and they die too far from the ocean, I think they’re little underdogs and I always pray many make it to live to be 100 πŸ™‚

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  3. The baby sea turtles are amazing, Kim. I’ve always loved their combination of vulnerability and innocence, and also knowing they live such long lives if they are able to mature. I really loved this piece and enjoy reading your prose pieces as well. The image of us hearing the call of an endless mother ocean filled me with such a memory of all that is good and working through our lives…


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  5. Good morning Sheldon,
    Thank you for this, I pondered it last night as I fell asleep and you’re right, I am overthinking it. Writing from the heart doesn’t matter as long as it’s what you feel and it’s what matters, presentation, if you’re happy with it, is all that matters. I think I’ve just done the same thing for so long, it feels almost foreign and scary to do something different. I do,go to bed with a notebook next to my pillow but since I’ve moved down here, I have t always been remembering my dreams, also a change for me. Change is good, it helps us to grow, I guess I just needed a dose of my own medicine, right? You are such a blessing Sheldon. Thank you for your words, they mean a lot .
    Peace and blessings and happy Saturday,
    The new K

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  6. Start a journal
    Just write one or two lines something to get the juices flowing
    Take the journal on the walks in the morning
    You know when your alone at the bench
    See what inspires you
    Then when you get home
    Try and see what works together
    You probably have this notion in your mind
    Of what a poem should be
    When in fact
    If you took
    Some of the meat
    Out of what you write everyday
    Shorten the lines
    You’ve my friend have a poem
    Just tossed the fear to one side
    And write
    Your images are beautiful
    Your flow is great
    Your ideas are awesome
    You are probably over thinking
    The whole process
    Well there’s a start
    And I only do it for you
    Because you’ve been my rock in a hard place
    The Sheldon Perspective

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  7. I guess that’s my true gift then. A fellow blogger told me recently that I’ve found myself with this new form of writing, and I am enjoying it but the hard part is I used to write what I considered poetry, and when I try to go back to that, it is eluding me. Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, the new way feels good but still a bit awkward, I don’t know, I’m confused and feel like I’m treading water with my writing these days. I had followers who enjoyed the short but sweet, now I tell more stories…..please my friend, give me an insight, never thought I’d have to ask but I feel like a bottle floating on the sea….a bit lost but perhaps heading in a “good” direction….you’ve been here for years and I value your opinion. Speak dear Sheldon, an honest opinion would mean the world…..


  8. Haha, I have a psychotic iPad too, as you will see on a comment I made on your reblog post, it was wonderful and I just had to, peace and love Jane, swim my friend, swim….peace and love, Kim


  9. Good morning
    Beautiful imagery
    Great post
    You my friend have what I call
    Threading the needle
    Your words spoke more than words
    It told the truth in the journey
    As always Sheldon

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