serene edges

If the world was flat, I could walk right off the edge of this cliff. Blue water settles every nerve and fiber and bone. And thought.

How important are our surroundings? Why such differences in what we all need? Or is that an illusion?

I explored this in my art…..

In Blue…..folding under exigent wings…..

This ode to place, to blue water. A little shrine or altar. Blessings I am grateful to know. To honor where I mesh with water fills me with gratitude. I know what a gift it is.

Because we don’t have to notice right? We can move without feeling the breeze.

But that is so far removed from my own reality….I feel all breezes.

Flight……….through summer air

the ascending gull

dominates the expanse, the sea, the world

Under the blue, under clouds

Like the whitest wool-tufts,

And supreme, regal,

It soars.

All of space is a wave transfixed.

White and black feathers

Slow the ascent,

Suddenly slipping on the air,

On the vast light.

It buoys up the whiteness of the void.

And suspended, its wings abandon themselves

To clarity, to the transparent depths

Where flight, with stilled wings,

Subsists,

Gives itself entirely to its own delight, its falling,

And plunges into its own passing-

A pure instant of life.

…………Jorge Guillen

Spend my days by the sea…..a pure instant of life….

a dream as old as the sea…….