I have spent my life in the company of those who like to talk about words. Their power (so they say) mightier than the sword.
But words are just one language, and — hear me — there are others.
Ones I am just now beginning to learn…
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In the last light, I go walking down the road to the woods.
I shake the sun from my shoulders — watch it fall like glass prisms, shattering on the pavement.
(The light is only multiplied in the breaking.)
So I stand there in the circle of winking shards … and look up.
Open my arms.
Turn slow.
This — trust me — is language.
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Then, too, there is the language of flowers.
Frost.
Sea-spray.
Stars.
There is the language of the shutter, opening to sun. The language of paint sliding slow against canvas. The dancer’s body, turning in a slow circle.
The language of skin.
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So.
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Feel my hands now, pulling you against me.
Feel my head tucked under your chin, my breath against your neck, my fingertips at your lips in the gesture of hush —
as we stand still — so still —
and the light rains down around us —
breaking…
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breaking …
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Oh, Love. Put away your sword. And just stand here with me, silent:
… speaking. ❤
So true, no words needed but still speaking. That was really exquisite, invoking all of the senses. Just beautiful.
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Miriam, I’m so glad you enjoyed … For whatever reason, I really enjoyed writing this one.
Hope you’re enjoying the summer sun … Please pack up and ship whatever you don’t need! 😉
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Hahaha Post coming soon on saying goodbye to Summer. Then I’ll ship some summer sun over your way. 🙂
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Sounds good to me! 🙂 I’d tuck it into all my coat pockets and pull it out whenever I needed to feel warm!
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Nice image. I’m smiling.
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Me too. 🙂
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Yes, please, Miriam! It snowed yesterday. Again!
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Brrrrr. Stay warm Lulu.
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Thanks! We are having the oddest weather. Now it is 55F (about 13C). Can’t wait for real spring!
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Hey Lulu, it will be warm soon enough. It’s amazing how quickly our weather turns.
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You make the words sound like a symphony in my ears. Beautiful imagery. And those monochrome shots speak to me. I feel so whole, so content after reading this. I loved this one. To the core.
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I’m thrilled to hear that, friend. Glad I shared … And especially glad that you found some contentment and peace here.
Happy Friday! 🙂
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It was a pleasure to read it. 🙂
I hope you’ll read something similar to this I wrote awhile back.
A walk to remember – http://wp.me/p6S59V-1Z
Have a lovely day ahead.
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This is lovely!!
I don’t know why WP won’t let me comment at your blog right now, but I loved the post you shared and the moment you experienced … Keep looking for the magic! 🙂
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Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m so glad you liked it. 🙂
Here’s hoping for more such magical moments. Have a lovely day, friend.
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Right back at ya!! 🙂
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And yet, so eloquently expressed in words
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Well, thank you, Derrick. 🙂
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So poetic and so true. You managed to describe something I think many of us feel naturally but can never quite put our finger on, at least that’s how I feel when I am enraptured by beauty and life. Thank you.
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I love that, Lulu! Life does, indeed, give us a lot of reasons to feel enraptured, if we’re willing to look. 🙂
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Beautiful start to Friday, thank you for the power of words, images and nature!
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You are so absolutely welcome, C! Glad it struck a chord with you. Have a magical weekend!! 🙂
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Contrary to what you write of here, your command of swords is so brilliant! 🙂
I always enjoy your posts; you are a “sword” master.
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Aw, so sweet. 🙂 I’m always learning. And I’m so glad you enjoy reading!!
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Repeating words I am sure I have used before…stunning, breathtaking and so true!
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Well, thank you for that. I’m so glad these words connected with you … Stop by again, friend! 🙂
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This was superb Ashley♡
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Thank you for that! I consider those words a high complement, coming from you. 🙂
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Hey, you’re the gorgeous one with immense talent!!!
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Aw, you’re truly too kind.
Feeling’s mutual! 🙂
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Big hug beautiful girl♡
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🙂
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This is lovely. Wordlessness beautifully captured. Thank you.
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Oh, Kyana, thank you. I so enjoyed sharing this one for some reason, and it makes me happy to know it spoke to you, too. 🙂
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Well rendered and authentic. Why I’m always glad to have found your blog.
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Well thank you for that, Jeff… Means a lot, coming from you. 🙂
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The summer light playing in the leaves of a birch tree…
The endless movements of the water in the Seine, the first thing I run to when I’m in Paris: my river…
All languages…
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Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
🙂
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I find it great therapy in times of trouble. Watch that for a few minutes, and go away soothed. The difficult part is finding a birch tree… Not always available. 😉
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I completely understand about the therapy part — I’m the same way about rivers, and forests, and mountains.
Aren’t birches magical? Do you like the white birches, with their bone-white smooth bark, or do you remember river birches, with their papery ruffles all down the trunks?
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Not sure I know the difference. Tje ones we have in France and Europe are white, but the bark curls off, leaving darkish marks? (Will look it up)
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I think they must be some kind of white birch or paper birch … Striking and beautiful. 🙂
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Just checked. A heapload of species… I just particularly remember the one we had at our house in Normandy. A lovely tree. (And very good for catching sunlight with its leaves) 😉
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Birches do have leaves like tiny mirrors! I had them behind my house when I lived in the New River Valley, and I always thought that Monet or one of the other Impressionists would have loved them — the way they made little flashes and flecks of sun, never the same moment-to-moment. Almost as if they were daring you to paint fast enough to catch the pictures they were making. 🙂
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Absolutely, I think it’s due to the small size and shape of the leaves. Always a different flicker. Tried photo but doesn’t quite capture it. 🙂
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I always say that the best and most beautiful things in this world just can’t be photographed.
I suppose we can put birch-screen sunshine on that list. 😉
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Yep.
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Jolis… mots. 🙂
(Lovely… words)
😉
(Don’t know why I hadn’t seen it…)
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I had seen it. Is my memory playing tricks on me?
I think those words were better reading them again.
(Or maybe we/i got sidetracked by the birch/bouleau thing?)
Or I shook my head and shoulders and the memories fell away?
🙂
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I completely understand … My poor overtaxed brain can hardly keep the days straight, sometimes. 🙂
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