My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Bells are ringing, each toll like a death knell to my spirit. It’s traditional for the town bells to sound when there is good news to celebrate. The fleet returns, and the pealing began when the first sail was sighted. I knew before the last of the fleet docked in port that one ship was … Continue reading A ship’s bell
For the past several weeks, it's been raining a lot where I live, and the resulting clouds have made for some very dramatic skies. Whenever the sunrise or sunset is especially colorful, I automatically recite the ancient mariner's proverb: Red sky at night, sailor's delight Red sky in morning, sailor take warning That in turn … Continue reading Sailor sky
Standing in the surf, searching the horizon for familiar sails, I wrap his old black seal coat tight around my shoulders. Sheets of rain and driving wind whip my hair from my scarf, stinging my eyes. Salt from the sea mix with my tears. Waves lash my legs, and wash the sand from beneath me. … Continue reading Roar of the ocean
Thin spiral notebook 