Washed away

I walk along the ocean as quiet waves ripple against my legs, bringing me a quiet reflective peace and a calm that washes over my soul. I come here occasionally, to breathe in the essence of salted air and to marvel at the beauty of the colors of the water, how they change with each cloud that passes over, as I lose my thoughts in the breathing and movement that becomes a part of this moment, a part of here and now. I often find myself singing an old song from the Moody Blues, about the tide rushing in and washing my castles away and it never ceases to bring a smile to my face. I am never sure if the tide is coming in or going out and it doesn’t matter anyway because I would still be here regardless.

I come here to find solitude. To talk to the skies so blue above and ask for guidance on things that may be nagging at me, pulling at my emotions and I know I need to pick each of these issues up and set them down away from me, to watch them become washed away like the grains of sand that rush below my feet, ever-changing, returning to their places on the bottom of the blue. When I feel overwhelmed, when too much seems to be thrown at me at once and I find I’m not quite sure how I should handle it, my soul is so knowing of course that there is a need to break it down into something not so looming and large, but often I forget this piece. Break it down into fragments and set them free, one at a time into the endlessness that is this universe.

Sometimes when I am not close enough to the water, my mind goes on this hiatus of its own. It crashes down like waves on a rock, trying to smash the tenseness that is holding me back from being, trying to beat the mountain down that is blocking my reasoning. I allow it to do this, for it knows me so well, knows what I need when I need it. It is my lifesaving ring that casts itself out, reminding me that no matter what, it’s all going to be good and that sometimes it is ok to be selfish, to set aside the heaps of baggage that keep ending up on my lap, or on my mind. It’s okay to just take a few steps back and readjust the compass to where I need to go. I feel washed away and that is a good thing, because I am a strong swimmer and as I stretch each muscle, as I ride each wave, I’m heading back to shore smiling, enjoying the sun as it sets because tomorrow will be another day, lighter and brighter and shining on like my soul.

I am adrift on blue seas

my thoughts illuminated in magnificent pearls of visions,

riding upon the waves of destiny,

moving upon the shore,

swaying gently.

Shimmering like a dream

into the edges of the sand

a smile lighting the soul as I glide

transformed into something new,

watched as I shine,

a gift to the searcher

seeking treasure,

bounty of an endless ocean

spirit of water.

 

 

Pond days

I watch the smiles on faces
Small children laughing and splashing
Spring fed and crystal clear Pond
turning muddy after awhile
As they jump in off the dock,
Screams and laughter in air
Filled with innocent bliss.
Lips blue in the summer sun
Wrapped in towels they shiver
Then back in again
Dark moves in and they swim
With friends they’ve just met,
Not wanting the day to end.
I know someday it won’t be this way,
They will get older
They will be too busy for such games
And they will grow squeamish of mud between toes.
The jars of baby frogs
Will not happen anymore,
And they will be off driving with friends
Listening to music
And being adults.
Will they remember these days,
The gathering each year at the pond
With food and the bonfire to warm up with,
Driving home at midnight exhausted
Sun baked and tired
Off to home and bed,
Bubble gum cups clasped in dirty hands,
The motion of the car ride
Lulling them to sleep.
Don’t grow old child,
Keep the magic in your heart for just awhile more,
Teach your future children the joys
Of time spent under the sun and moon,
And don’t forget to wish on the stars
For more beautiful memories like today.
Stay young and shining
Stay free to be
Happy.
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Thoughts on a BBQ annual party and watching the kids with the sad realization that someday they won’t want to do this, swim in pond water and laugh and have fun outside with no technology involved. Keep alive the spirit kids.

Growth

Beauty resides where one seeks to find
The gentle reminders
Of this everyday life.
Death and life entwined
Yin and yang,
I walk through my forest
In solitude I seek
Answers to questions
That seem as endless
As my changing moods.
Getting older with each day that passes
Some days not recognizing
The girl now replaced
By someone new.
I have found a courage
To speak my words
To not fear the hand
Of retribution,
I need, no, I must do this
Even if it falls on a strangers ear
This changing
This growth.
They say to be a crone is beautiful
And of this I don’t quite know,
But I need to speak to my wood spirits
Because it is there I find
The solace and peace,
To feel the rich earth beneath my feet
To know the whispers of the wind
As they softly speak my name.
I touch the trees, caress the leaves
And sit amongst these living friends
That show no judgement.
Those old wise beings that heal my spirit
And teach me to look up in pride
Of all I am,
All I have become.
To see past the trees to the sky,
The moon and stars.
The lightning bugs dance their magical waltz
Delighting me to have witnessed
This moment,
And I shall grow more.

Embracing this universe
Making it my own.

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