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Friday, May 7, 2010

Writing in the Dawn

- From my sketchbook writings this morning, May 7th 2010 -


When I drove out this morning I couldn't tell if the velvet curtain of night was withdrawing across the sea voluntarily or if the pale fingers of dawn were sweeping it aside. The water rose up and mingled with sky in a seamless sheet of gray, a feat seen only by myself and the shorebirds. I've not known a morning this mild since our arrival, where the trees remained stoic in stillness and the tangles of my mane rested silently upon my shoulders.

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This morning I was seen, truly seen by a seal who gazed into me unblinking, great wells of soul shining and bobbing just above the surface of the sea. I can think of no better place to release than in this place of solitude. I crave peace as hungrily as the gulls who crack open a thousand slick mussels in search of sustenance. I sit upright and sing Om three times. The reverberation hangs in the air, shimmering and floating Westward.



Today marks the first day I've opened my sketchbook since I received That phone call. I've carried it close, hands laced around it's broken spine, holding two full years of history, tracing the softly worn page corners, feeling the heft of paper between the pads of my fingers. But until today I've felt silenced. Mute. As though my soul retreated to nurse it's wounds, leaving my mouth dry and empty. I've missed my life so dearly. I've missed myself. I've missed the flow of light pouring from my sternum, illuminating the images hidden on still blank pages.

There is no back, only forward (the power of your future is in this present moment). My heart is ripe for a revolution. Sing freedom. Sing now. When I watch the birds wheel and dive and soar upward over the ocean surface, I understand that movement in my gut. I could dance to their song if only gravity would release me.


8 comments:

MrsLittleJeans said...

Such beautiful words...such truth and honesty! I am so glad you opened your sketch book!

xoxoxo

Anonymous said...

beautifully written
I am an occasional visitor to your space
so glad to see you are embracing this new season and opening you heart once again
this morning sounds perfect!
love and light

rachaeljohnson said...

i don't post often, but i always drop by to read your words. such a heartfelt post. so glad to hear you are using your sketchbook! i know what that's like to be absent from writing in one for various painful reasons. it's a nice feeling to get back to being yourself. such beautiful photos too! wishing you only the best on your journey :)

xo
Rachael

candacemorris said...

so fucking important.

I carry the image of your lefty hand, journal, and ocean with me today.

We look out into the same sea. This comforts me today.

kerin rose said...

These be powerful and important words every day, under any circumstances.....may your spirit fan out and flow with the rhythm of those ocean waves....and so good you can take a pen to those pages again!

Raspberry Orchid said...

At times it may be difficult for us to see (or to feel) our shimmering spines, but I've been standing right behind you all this time, and I assure you, its glimmer has ever been present.

she said...

i am here
and
i believe.

blue hour designs said...

Powerful and beautiful.....
:)