"Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloudcover thick. I try to stay
just above the surface,
yet I’m already under
and living with the ocean."
Spent some time with myself and the sea. It was brief time that brought renewal - the constant ebb and flow - everything changes, everything ageless but different.
I have a kind of awed fear of the sea. Little is more beautiful. Little is more terrifying. I had the stretch of beach to myself for some time and enjoyed the unbroken sound of endlessness - in and out - deep breaths ad infinitum.
Sometimes things I do are not separate from me - no thing I do, no thing I am.
There was a drizzle - and a rainbow. I'm thankful for senses - for the felt, the seen, the heard, the tasted. It is a beautiful world.
Keep good and back down from nothing this new year. Take it by storm.