With tired eyes, she continues:
flashing silver needle,
pulling scarlet threads behind.
She longs for the sea
to wash her free.
when you put in the hours to meet a deadline
healing
Yesterday she went down to the sea to feel again
Yesterday, she went down to the bay
and had it all to herself. Taking off her shoes, she sunk her toes into the cold
damp sand. What will the sea feel like? she thought.
She undressed before she could register the wind-chill. She ran into the blue.
The water, wind-ruffled, greeted her body with short sharp bites. Her skin turned red and goosebumped. One Mississippi, two Mississippi. She screamed out loud nudging herself to stay within the cold embrace for longer.
Her breaths were shallow as she ducked her whole body under water. She came up, gasped for air, water trickling from her head back to the source, dripping over her wide toothed smile.
fly upon the wind
white-grey gull of Spring take space
expand your great wings
Misty Sunrise
Seaweed
between their toes seaweed mushes
it comes out of nowhere
squeals and screams
wet, cold skin meets cold, wet skin,
pods pop, bones crack, the sea rolls in
Storm Coming
After Paula Dunn
based on the weather
handing over a landscape like a veil,
a limited palette
to keep things simple
but storm coming on, clouds layered,
winds textured
and dark low lying land brushmarked
and glazed for atmosphere
the yellows, oranges and browns brood
within depths of time and place
searching for a flick of white
to rest and breathe
I couldn’t resist
I’ve really enjoyed sharing my love of water over this last month. And this isn’t the end of The Healing Properties of the Seas 2022 project.
Expect more 10 second videos to appear for the rest of the year and beyond.
These clips of seas will be posted on the blog first and then find their way to the portfolio page by and by.
A river takes it own sweet time to reach the sea. Slow and steady it goes. I’ll take my lead from the waters.
