Tuesday, June 13, 2017

{Electric Avenue}

Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away-Sarah Kay
One of my favorite feelings is to stand at the shoreline. Feel the current of the ocean engulf my legs and move it's energy outward. Gazing at the items deposited and withdrawn at my feet. I've grasped for shells, sure that I would catch it. But alas as quickly as it caught my eye, the water says not so fast and is gone out to sea again. There are numerous sensations of the water, but none is as electric and alive as where the shore and water meet. It's hard to put into words and to photograph...best left to experience and enjoy!

Friday, June 9, 2017


“The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire. He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought” ― Arthur Rimbaud
I sit with the sound of the ocean and grapple with thoughts. The roar, hum and background noise intrude. When I'm ready, I slowly walk into the water. Warm, salty with rocks and sand. Waves of the Atlantic are powerful and I underestimate their force. Unlike heights, I'm not afraid of the ocean. Despite it's force, the water hits my skin and it feels natural. Continually, I get knocked around and there is a moment where I look footing to an unexpected rock and am underwater. Salt in my nose, bubbles engulf my head. I pull myself out of the wave and feel the air. I'm in love with the force of the Atlantic. It's blues have captured my heart.

Thursday, June 1, 2017


“Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day.” ― C.G. Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections

Thursday, May 25, 2017


“Only the most ignorant still believe, like Saint Augustine, that time is a river. We others know it is a delta: that it branches out and seeks new routes, that it rejoins itself only to seek a thousand new courses. Some may be waterfalls, some no more than little stagnant pools passed by the tide, forever still... This is one of those times. A pool. I sink down in it. I want to stay forever in this water.” ― Majgull Axelsson, April Witch
Beautiful gifts from the sea. It fascinating to watch how the ocean carries in and out treasures, shells, sand...plants. I watch as the waves paint the shoreline. Cracked shells, delicate and pastels lay by feet. So very beautiful...

Thursday, May 18, 2017


"But people are oceans. she shrugged. You cannot know them by their surface." -Beau Taplin//Surfaces
The smell, the wind and the crash of the ocean. A nap yesterday in a lounge chair, with the breeze kissing my face. And the lapping, rushing sound of water. I dozed off and on for an hour. Taking in the sounds and periodically running the sand through my hands and fingers. It was peaceful and while the water was still too cool for my taste. I waded in to my waist and benefited immensely from the healing baptism of the ocean.

Monday, May 15, 2017

{I and Love and You}

When at first I learned to speak.
I used all my words to fight.
With him and her and you and me.
Ah, but it's just a waste of time.
Yeah it's such a waste of time... -Avett Brothers

I really am loving this song right now and certainly relate to the above...:)

Sunday, May 7, 2017


“I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. 
 My soul has grown deep like the rivers.” 
 ― Langston Hughes