My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Warmth is sitting on the beach, any time of the year, soaking up the sunshine, and breathing in the salt air and sea spray. Even on the coldest days, a day by the ocean is comforting. You can feel tension releasing from your body as easily as the tides ebb and flow. Restored by the … Continue reading Warmth of the sun
During the first months of my life, I swam in the warm ocean of my mother's womb. Adrift on gentle waves, I breathed in her briny abundance, and was soothed to sleep by her tender lullaby. Salt pulsed through my veins, creating an undeniable bond with the sea. Hours from the end of my life, … Continue reading A salty lullaby
She sits on the beach, gazing longingly out along the horizon. Only at sunset, sunrise breaks too early. and she hoards what sleep she can achieve. At dusk the water takes on an ebony sheen. Nothing like the crystal clear, emerald of day, where she can stand chest-deep in the waves and still see the … Continue reading Plumbing the depths
In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.” ~ Hans Nouwens I will follow you to the ends of the earth... Or the end of the fishing pier, whichever is shorter. Look at all those broken shells on the beach, I might cut my foot. Flip-flops? I … Continue reading I will follow you
You must learn day by day, year by year to broaden your horizon. The more things you love, the more you are interested in, the more you enjoy, the more you are indignant about, the more you have left when anything happens.” ~ Ethel Barrymore
A little jewel of Poseidon, relinquished from the bottom of the ocean. Opalescent blue and green, shades of sea-foam and kelp, lying unconditionally on the sand. Swirls of churning waves and rip tides etched on its surface. A token, a gift of water from the gods, to hold in your hand, its secrets to hold … Continue reading Token from the sea
Thin spiral notebook 