delicious, claire... you should send them to JAAM - theme is dancedancedance... deadline the other day but not sure re. photos...
A place to look inward, outward, upward by looking down. Gateway to more than the sea. Yes.
Glorious multiplicities--shells' patterns, colors, shapes,striations of seaweed. Yes, a gateway to the sea, but the discerning eye of the seer is the truest entry--to the depths of the heart.
Oh my god these are so wonderful. My son and I were talking about getting back to the Oregon coast last night. He wants to surf I want to step on the kelp bulbs at low tide and make them pop. These photos feel so intimate to me like home like you came into my head and snapped some shots. They are tranquil with rumble underneath. Wow.There's something else too the feeling of space of no not that galaxy is what I keep thinking but perhaps Vespersparrow got it right--the repetition of pattern the idea that everything is connected.Rebecca
A place to come ashore, a place to land.
I miss the ocean beaches.
Lovely, Claire!Happy Easter,PC xx
That montage of photos is so beautiful - so New Zealand - so universal. It does make one want to dance, for sure!
Hi Mary - Oh oops, I wish I'd known about this! I'm a bit out of the loops these days when it comes to journal submissions, etc... I have a couple of poems that would have fitted this theme perfectly, but alas, I'm too late... The closing date was 31 March. Next time perhaps. Thanks for the suggestion though - I will receive it as a wake-up call! L, C
HI Timoth - yes, I agree. We do sometimes have to look down in order to look up, to descend in order to ascend? And each time we step across a threshold and (by inference) through a portal, we discover something new? L, C
Dear Sparrow - I wonder if prompts to enter the 'depths of the heart' are always there? Sometimes they lie quietly, eyes closed in contented repose and sometimes they click their heels noisily, impatient to leap about, to run and jump and dance? I love watching kelp in motion - the way it sighs and billows, tangles and untangles, is never in a hurry. It strikes me that for all its curiosity and probing, it knows the wisdom of maintaining a hold to the rock that secures it.
'Tranquil with rumble underneath' - I love this line, Rebecca! How true this is of the way we and the world are? Your son and (one of) mine sound similarly wired, both being aquatic creatures. We have in common a love of shores to walk and salt water to swim in. Everything is connected, yes! How comforting that thought. And how BIG. L, C
Hi Zhoen - yes, a place to land and a place to come ashore... perhaps also a place to launch forth from?
Hi T. Clear - how far away from watery Seattle are the ocean beaches? (I'm thinking perhaps you had a brief pang for Maui?). Happy Easter- hope your gumbo was as delicious as it sounded!
Hi PC - you know the spot... and you have paradise and all its birds right there on your own doorstep! Tidal places are healing places, don't you think? I hope you're getting stronger by the day. L, C
Dear Kay - it's interesting, isn't it, how the deeper we journey into the personal, the close we come to the universal? Thanks for coming by - am loving the poems you're posting. Am admiring of your capacity to take on the Poetry Month challenge. (I didn't even know about it - must live in a half awake/half asleep state?). I'm not sure I could take this on. In fact, I know I couldn't --- you are def. more of a warrior than I. Hope to see you tomorrow; all we have to do is name a time. L, C