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Saturday, 17 January 2015

19 January







this week's prompt is to write about

deity or divine


but i am not really sure that i have one

my first true best, best friend

was a tree that lived about half way between my bus stop

and my house

but i would not call that a deity

perhaps my divine comes from

walking the beach at dawn or twilight

walking the wood of an afternoon

watching the moon shining over our rather tiny island

and into my bedroom window

in the morning i wake early

i walk softly into the kitchen and put the kettle on

i listen to the hot water pouring into the french press

i light the candle 

i watch the light fill the sky over the Atlantic ocean

i see the brushes and dunes change according to the season

now they are brown and grey and mauve

and they dance like a hundred ballerinas in the wind

sometimes a rabbit scuttles about in the pathways

I feel the pull of the tide

it calls me to it's side

so i bundle into hats and scarves and mittens and capes

and walk the beach of an afternoon



My ancestors are craggy rocks and gnarly tree limbs

seashells and smooth sticks and polished rocks

fill the bowls on the driftwood altar

in my living room


we are stardust

1 comment:

  1. Thank-you for sharing. Your words are heartfelt and warming.

    ReplyDelete

Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

peace blogger

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