19 January
this week's prompt is to write about
deity or divine
but i am not really sure that i have one
my first true best, best friend
was a tree that lived about half way between my bus stop
and my house
but i would not call that a deity
perhaps my divine comes from
walking the beach at dawn or twilight
walking the beach at dawn or twilight
walking the wood of an afternoon
watching the moon shining over our rather tiny island
and into my bedroom window
in the morning i wake early
i walk softly into the kitchen and put the kettle on
i listen to the hot water pouring into the french press
i light the candle
i watch the light fill the sky over the Atlantic ocean
i see the brushes and dunes change according to the season
now they are brown and grey and mauve
and they dance like a hundred ballerinas in the wind
and they dance like a hundred ballerinas in the wind
sometimes a rabbit scuttles about in the pathways
I feel the pull of the tide
it calls me to it's side
so i bundle into hats and scarves and mittens and capes
and walk the beach of an afternoon
My ancestors are craggy rocks and gnarly tree limbs
seashells and smooth sticks and polished rocks
fill the bowls on the driftwood altar
fill the bowls on the driftwood altar
in my living room
we are stardust
Thank-you for sharing. Your words are heartfelt and warming.
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