Constant Movement within Us

   All is movement, is sound, through this spring day. Wind, changeable, in tree boughs and flowering, leafing, growing life.
Winds ~ coming and going, quieting and surging ~ always accompanied by the constant shushing of the distant sea...the waves and tides, winds and water. Like heartbeats ~ the constant movement within us: life.
 Eyes closed ~ sounds become richly complex. Feeling wind - gentle touches of coolness, pushing at my back, spiraling in sound from one cheek and ear in a circle to the other....Winds of change, of forward journeys.

 Eyes open - filled with light, the world is made of movement. Each blowing lily-of-the-valley glows, rings and is still -

 

 

under ancient, anchored firs, billowing their deep green beauty against a cerulean sky. Birds, silent in mid-day heat, return to calling, chanting in the fading evening light...moving in flight and song.

The sea ~ all turquoise, teal, blue-green and white - all impossible shades

of watery light - delicate and dense at once. What life moves within its rocking,relentless sound & motion? 

The ground around my feet is filled with moss and clover, and tiny white stars of flowers - pine needles and cones, and old shells someone gathered there long ago to remember the day, connecting beach to garden.

Where the sun heats, the wind cools. Where dreams are a longing, this present moment is some small glimpse of peace. 

Listen ~ A New Song

Listen well ~ hear ~ be well ~ absorb the day, the light of life ~ the swirling bird flocks and tides, the unending power of wind and water ~ the myriad gifts, each moment blending into yourself and spirit. Walking,walking,walking amidst birds and stones, shells and wood, water, sand & reflected sky...listen and hear a new song. Can we? wherever we are, whoever we are?

"Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking downhill to a frothy shore?"
~ ROBERT FROST ~ (from Bereft) 

I stood there, on the dunes, above the expansive, deserted windswept beach ~ absorbing salt air, a shifting grazing flock of sandpipers, gulls & eagles flying low, white caps on steel blue water extending seemingly forever into deepening, dark sky. A new song blends erratically with the old ~ filling me with a familiar angst, an overwhelming sadness experienced months ago in a warmer, intense beach land...a place where grief lives in every moment of every day & night ~ such an intensity of emotion floods through where I had sought to move beyond into necessary work for others.
 A single white crane flies over our bay and I am back there on the island, where white egrets symbolize intense hope. I watch an eagle climb in elegance against the mountainside and over the ocean....I am there, everywhere, bound to all who see and hear, who listen and absorb.
Each day, a new gift of thought...as yesterday contrasts with today, it's turquoise spring beauty sending me laughing and sighing with amazement. As changeful as always, the sea gives up alternate states....influences and inspires.

Listen well...it is never gone, that which we experience on a soul level. Listen and absorb the old into the new, and then try to sing again. Looking across an empty expanse of land and churning, powerful sea ~ an immensity of spirit guides my memory of that familiar, forgotten, distant tension and turmoil of a land not quite mine. Yet, this empathetic compassion, which so seems like grief, serves as a bond, connection, inspiration. Gratefully, again, I realize: a continuing journey of resilience provides light and song.

May! is here! Hear it, absorb it! My favorite month of a lifetime, providing scents and sounds for a gladness of heart! Be well. Live deeply.  Go ahead: be sad, be unendingly happy, just be....May Spring bring whatever you need most.

"SPRING IS AN EXPERIENCE IN IMMORTALITY." ~ Thoreau