The washing of daily life down the river of time is a beauty to behold. I've been sitting riverside, on the Beaufort River's Northeastern banks and felt time slow down these past two days. Stress has faded. Yet, my goals are clearly there and I am feeling better about taking on some challenges...
The river this morning at about 7:30 was like glass, steely, blues and grays by the myriads, shining like alien jewels. In the distance marsh hens or white wader birds took off each flying solo, graduatedly, one behind the other. A woodpecker lives in this neighborhood as do doves, and I even think I hear an owl (I get owls sounds mixed up with dove sounds).
I photographed the horizon line where the river met the sky and merged into one visually indistinguashable body of river and sky. These visions are what have been calling me calling me calling me. Feasts for my eyes, a gracious gift of Allah.
He heard my call for specifically some place where I could heal in my mind.
My animals are wonderful. Diego and DiOnna love it here, I'm sure they would answer me if I asked. They sit close to me now, DiOnna laying on the floor to my left and Diego sitting in front of me, near my left leg. He seems to be looking out he door into the trees and he also seems peaceful.
They have the run of the entire length of the place with no blocks, only an obstacle course of open or shut doors to all the little rooms. Diego skids across he kitchen floor when they're running through.
Swamp Marsh Woman
Colors of contemplation. Sounds of silence. Whiffs of marsh scents. Blow of dolphin & flutter of wings. My world.
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