Some set off to find themselves; 
some say wherever you go, there you are. 
Some never choose paths to explore
but remain stagnant, wishing upon stars. 

(But stars are evermoving,
taking those wishes with them,
beckoning the dreamer to follow
the paths constellationly charted.)

I set off with no objective,
but upon returning, the self-reflection
(thoughts actually in the clouds!)
made me realize about myself
that I am exactly who I thought I’ve already

It’s the lightest I’ve ever felt
upon returning, for now, to the ground. 


I escape undetected

slip past the sea-oat rimmed fence,


cross the bridge

to the great blue expanse,

Version 2

leave behind the land

until toes get lifted

from underwater sand,


and I am in the

unstable hand,


at the whim

of my moody

but trusted friend


to take me

fathoms deep

into the abyss

of an empty head,


afloat in the saltwater solution

that expels the world

with each exhaled breath.


I only focus occasionally

on the shore

to reality check

my location

while away indefinitely

on my solitude vacation,


in no hurry to return

to the daily obligations.

I shift back my attention

to Sea’s lovely manipulations,


back and forth

with occasional playful splashes.

Cradle me awhile longer,

at least until the next pelican passes…



Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Welcome to Paradise

Welcome to Paradise!



Leave all that you carry

and weightlessly sink

your toes and soul into

the warm, sandy silk,

let the palm leaves

sway you into dreams

where whatever you please,

you receive,

without any guilt.

Upon the tide,

set your secrets afloat;

no need

for a glass-bottle

bottomless boat,

for your messages

will be properly


or kept safe

from discovery

always and forever.


Just whisper

to the sea

your desires;

they are in the best

non-hands adrift in

the benevolent waters.

Upon the shores,

the flow will bring

the subtle clues

to the answers you seek.

Open your heart

and be willing to receive;

listen for the voice


that rises to sing

when prompted by

the aquatic


and when you have to leave,

regret not the return,

forget not the lyrics

you remembered

in your rebirth.


The Water Remembers


The water remembers.

That is a characteristic of one of the 5 elements of nature in the movie Frozen 2, which I recently watched with my daughter. I have to admit, Elsa is right up there with Wonder Woman for me in regards to empowering me, getting me pumped with my strength potential, with inner challenges and obstacles.

The water remembers.

In the movie, the water–the rivers, the lakes, the seas– holds the memory, the history, of all it has encountered. If you seek to remember or to know, to learn of something in the past, you seek out the water.

I can’t help but think of the possibility, the fantasy, of that being true, since I naturally see so much below and beyond the surface of the mere beauty of nature. In a way, it is true.

The water remembers.

The ocean is as old as time, existed before us, will exist after us, would exist better without us. It may not know and keep secrets, but we sure are drawn to it to remember, to know, ourselves. We escape to it, with the very deliberate purpose of leaving our daily world behind for a while, to remove ourselves from the responsibilities, the hustle, the stress, the clock. We come to still ourselves, to hear the ocean waves, to hear ourselves, our inner voices, our souls stripped of all of that. The water offers us that freely, unconditionally. Each soul brings its unique composition to the water, shares and sheds individual secrets, dreams, burdens.

The water reminds. The water helps us remember.

Who we used to be, who we wanted to be, who we can still be. We remember the memories, our own personal histories, all that we have chosen to retain inside of us. We try to leave with the water all that has leeched onto us that we wish not to carry.

We remember we are small; we are humbled. We remember that we are significant, too, that we are connected to a higher power, that there is much more that matters than that which we are escaping from.

We remember that nature heals and restores us, not only in the moments when we stand before the most awesome of its glory, but that the moment can be brought back with us and sustain us, and that there is the same magic potential in everyday nature. Perhaps, we will remember to take the time when we return to our busy lives to take time-outs, to simply unplug for a while, go outside, and put in the effort to do nothing, to restore ourselves more often, for our mental health, to strengthen our spiritual connections.

The water reminds. It is up to us to choose to remember.

IMG_3938Words and images ©LauraDenise