Words and images form my walks and interactions with nature and the environment.
Deserted Shore
Take me to a deserted shore
Where I may lose myself in the sound waves
The push and pull of an emotional ocean
Follow its turbulent moods
Feel its violent tempers and calm interludes
May I wander through its creation and destruction
Sift through the spread of gifts and discards from its deep water life cycles
Laid bare to the heat of the sun
Salty breeze and swarms of little black flies
May my ancestors come to me
And together may we gather wood and weed
To build shelter in the ancient ways
With our bare hands
Old and young
Plant these long, sturdy bones
And mindfully play at leaning . . .supporting . . .balancing
. . .weaving . . .linking . . .cradling . . . lacing. . . hanging . . .decorating
Sculpting shady spaces out of space
May we pass this time lovingly in daily communal ritual and play
Taking it slow
A simple way of being
Building . . .resting . . .bathing . . .moving . . .gazing. . . offering
. . .listening . . .drifting . . .sounding . . .reflecting
No need to speak
A retreat from the abrasive rush of modern times.