Tag: water
floating … {a summer scribble}
I lie down on the lake … Hot languid light: Liquid green at my back, and a face full of sky — cielo. See that blue, though —a broken-open huskof heaven. No place to be.Nothing to say.Two palmfuls of cloud… Let’s just lie hereand be still. ❤
Today…
… If I had one wish for you, it would be … Rest: … Just a little space to draw a breath, To be. To dream. To know what’s next. Just that. ❤
Invitation
Sometimes a break in the reedsis the permission you needto wade in … Oh, friend… do it now,while the water’s still warm. ❤
Flashback: Truth, Chalked on a Stone by the Roanoke River
Yesterday’s post has me thinking about the mercy of near-misses, and the grace of second chances. I originally published the following words and the accompanying photograph on January 7, 2015, as part of the Secret Messages Project, and it seemed right to share it with you once more. Wherever you are when you read these words — […]
A Warm, Dry Resting Place, in Hard Rain …
Two weeks ago, it rains. It rains all day, in a solid sheet: hard rain that hammers the earth, needles it in divots… Water fills ditches. Creeks rise. Rivers rise. This is the first day. * On the second day, it rains harder. Water fills basements, pouring through every crack and […]
still waters …
i smooth my soulinto somethingalmost like silence: the river at rest is the one that reflects the sky. ❤
ASHLEY WILSON FELLERS 