The next day they all piled in for some fun

It was still sunny the next day

when my friends showed up on the steps

to play with our new pal.

On the steps in the sunshine

 

I began introductions.

First the 3 wish rocks

First, meet the 3 wish rocks.

The brothers Cairnmotzov.

The Brothers Cairnmotzov
whose dream is to be a balancing act in the circus.

seaweed

Seaweed Sam.
Who couldn’t stay long because of the sun.
He didn’t want to dry out so we threw him back in the sea in a sec.

Ripple-shelltskin

Rumpleshelltskin,
a shard of his former self but whole nonetheless,
with a great sense of humor.

The Claw

And “The Claw”
a retired world-class wrestler who still likes to tease the kids.

All in good fun, of course.

shell meets stones

Shy shell said hello.

Nice to meet you.

The Cairnmotzov Brothers were too polite to mention
the shred of seaweed stuck to his lip.

what to do?

We sat and talked awhile. Mostly small talk. Getting to know you kind of stuff.
Then I asked,

What should we do?

I did not expect what happened next.

They wanted to play the “clowns in a Volkswagen game”
and I couldn’t stop them.

The three little stones piled inside first.

what happened next

The waves applauded.

Suddenly it seems I had met a whole new creature.

Friends for Life.

It was astounding how they formed themselves a troupe.

The Brothers Cairnmotzov called their agent to see if together
all six of them might apply for the circus.

I haven’t heard from them since.

Keep an eye out for them, will you?

How it began upon meeting my friend.

 The other day I was down at the beach at low tide.

I’d been talking to seaweed and jellyfish
When I saw him half submerged in the rocks.

Well, not so much submerged as laying there with a mouth full of sand.

Washed up on the beach

So I went over and introduced myself

And asked if he wanted a hand.

So I went over an introduced myself

 I wish I could spell the sound of a shell spitting sand from it’s mouth.
I gave him a shake and he was clearing his throat.

finding-shell3-pst

He coughed and he sputtered and was about to say thanks

when

Oooops!

Ooops

I wish I could spell the sound of a shell hitting sand.  I didn’t mean to drop him.

Slippery little sand feller.

I’m so sorry!

Let’s just a sit a minute.

Ahhhh.

Warm sand. The sound of soft ocean waves.

Shhhh.

There now. That’s better.

Let's just sit a minute

So once we had rested a bit, I suggested we go.

Let me take you up to the stairs
where we can see more of the sights.

Let's go up to the stairs

I know. It’s a great view from here.

Yeah, I come here a lot. I love these old steps.

Tomorrow I’ll introduce you to my friends.

We’re going to have such a good time…

 

A few soul steps to liberate yourself from a life of posing

Do you feel like a windvane
Do you ever feel like  a windvane,
running in vain, going nowhere,
waiting for a gust to change your direction?

Sitting still

Or do you feel like you sit still all day?

Sitting on the sand with a hint of sunshine

Sitting surrounded by infinite grains of sand
casting long shadows with that slight slant of sun.

Stand up and take a step

What will make you stand up and take a first step?

Start walking

And keep going, as awkward as it feels.

Keep going

Even if you have to drag that damn poser post behind you for now…

Take an even bigger step

Take an even bigger step, even if you feel off balance.

Ask for help

You might need to ask for help before the tide gets any higher.
Those willing to help will appear.

Then dance

Which is great cuz  then
you’ll have someone to dance with.

It’s your Liberated Soul Swing!

What surprised Emotikin today: Nordic Neptune sporting Charon’s obol

Love written on a rock in twig-stone-shell typography

I looked to the left on the
path I walk almost daily.
LOVE on the rock, well tended,
always repaired and replaced
after each wind, rain or swipe.
LOVE is always there, its
twig-stone-shell typography changes
just slightly.

Well tended, I was thinking.

Two steps beyond, I looked to
the right, where I walk almost daily.

Nordic Neptune, face carved in driftwood

Out pops a face for the first
time, carved how long ago?

Three pennies, tails up,
on unblinking eyes, untasting mouth.
Wikipedia explains, Charon’s
obol pays afterlife fare
for this Nordic Neptune.

Well tended.

Driftwood face  in sea grass