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Natural beach tangleballsmessily woven with care;the tides tidy the past,clean up the yesteryears, least-cherished experiencesready for burial but not at sea,rejected from the oceanto keep the present clean. From the depths, the debrisfrom storms and dune erosionget collected and rolled like snowballsand returned to the shores, sand burial for these non-treasuresheavy in the chestthat successfully … Continue reading The Past In Your Palm
In the vast sea of shells, you found mine, on the island upon which I buriedthe saltwater in my eyes. Or is it that...In the vast sea of shells, I finally found youupon a remote shorewith a heart I'd renew. Who found whom?Perhaps not a finding at allwhen God as Matchmakerguides two soulstogether to loveand … Continue reading In the Sea of Shells
Perhaps the only thing that can fully fill those spaces insideis the Light,yet for that soul-quenching, we keep lookingto the tide. Words and image ©LauraDenise
Dense fog advisory. Dark, early Saturday morning. Mild temperatures. A perfect time to... head to the beach! I make my coffee to go. I love fog and mist, as I do rain and thunderstorms...something about the mood of this kind of weather invigorates my soul. It is another clue in the discovery of my own … Continue reading Inside Clouds
When a million mixed feelings rise up in medespite the dam I've so meticulously built,and the tears threaten to overtake, in the emotional disturbance, overspill, and I get so frustratedfor not being able to keep it down,and I get exhausted from the not understandingof these things too buried within myself, and upon my pillow, I offer up … Continue reading My Buoyancy
I gave othersjust about allof me selflessly,and it drainedanddrainedmeuntil I was leftbaking in the sunat the bottom ofa dry well,fossilizing. You found me. Gently liftedmy headand breatheda fountain of lifeinto me, and the well filledas our hearts did,and instead of treading water, we taught each otherhow to swim in the direction we needed to,dreamed of once,instead of … Continue reading Fins and Fairytruths
Awesome and tranquil Seasoothes me, strokes me with peace... The Mountains huddle protectivelyand I feel snug in the middle of their majesty... The Woods beckon me to wander endlessly,enchanted by flickering sunbeams between trees.... Unsurpassed beauty in the petals' intricacies,I hesitantly unfurl with the Flowers delicately... But of all of the nature in gifted creation,nothing … Continue reading It is the Sky
It calls to souls, summons apropos when we are weary with worldly woes, wants to wash us whole, and I feel the pull... So benevolent is the offering, selfless power there dwelling, to wrap me in the healing dressing and infuse the peace; I feel it filling... It calls to souls, universally, indiscriminately so; every … Continue reading It Calls to Souls
