One who walked the logs
before me
left a sign
saying
move inward
inward
and in
deeper
still
within
then
outward
again.
P.S. I marvel that today’s high tide is so calm and wonder at the metaphor.
P.P.S. This one who walks on logs throws logs for labradors who love them:
happy water dog!
My first Seattle Spring full of pink blossoms is
like a Hurry Up chocolate birthday cake
covered in pink frosting spiced
with three drops of ancient almond elixir!
Blessing every blossom in bliss
even as I wonder what color blooms next.
Soundrack for such blossoms: Charmed Life by Joy Williams
Is that the hand of God descending?
What if it’s Grace?
~~~
Happy 13th Birthday, Grace! xoxox
Words to the wise.
Aliens exist. Yes they do.
Do you?
…She whispered back,”Thanks for making some sunshine today.”
Perhaps it’s only when you feel deserted by the ocean,
as if the water receded along with your hopes,
and even the moon seems gone…
that your soul shows up with a story,
as upside down as it seems.
Find brimful meaning and truth
while the tidepool steeps her saltwater tears.
Soul wonders
which view you might choose.
“Girl, put your head in the clouds.”
The ferry was facing stormy seas.
Manikin overboard! Nobody heard.
Good thing we float…
Swam the daunting stormy sea to shore.
Over slippery soapy stones.
Strong survivor closeup.
Safe!
Some days just feel like that.
Ah, Spring Break from so long ago. Sunshine. Ocean. South Beach.
Sister…we need a beach vacation!
Emotikin World 
