02252018

the confluence of sky and sea...

... the inimitable expression of reverence.

02042018

a minute can go by quickly,

or so very slowly. 

this minute… like driftwood 

in this vast, gushing river.

other pieces of driftwood 

swim together close by.

i float briefly, feeling the water

ripple over my skin. i immerse

myself in the sacredness of

this stream of nature.

i gather strength and wade

back to shore, a net of

driftwood dragging 

behind me.

i feel empowered, refreshed, 

energized.

i feel changed by my experience of

forcing my way down to the bed of

the river and allowing myself to be 

carried up by the rush of water. 

i feel here. in this moment. now.

no judgment. no attachment. 

just observation. and release.