here i am, spending a week on the beach in hilton head when along comes a sinus infection. i’m taking my antibiotics and using the prescription nasal spray like a good little girl, but still everything tastes like cardboard or soap. so while the others order all sorts of tasty goodies, i just feast on the menus.
Tag: ocean art
Sugar, today (and everyday, for that matter) (but especially today), I wish you . . .
wisdom
capriccioso,
and solitude.
I wish you . . .
asylum and refuge
cerulean, zephyrs, and lullabies
talismans, bibelots, aubades, and amulets of beauty.
I wish you . . .
tapestries of rhapsodies, epiphanies, and tranquility
silver linings, caresses, and champagne
and all the colorful, textured felicity you can stand.
I wish you sojourns
that as as meaningful as they are memorable
and I send the wishes all
wrapped up in a gossamer bow called love.
It was a sunny spring day atop the mountain,
the sky too blue,
the breeze too gentle,
the temperature too temperate
to stay inside doing paperwork.
So we didn’t.
With no particular plan,
we hit the road,
and before long,
we found ourselves
submersed in history
all kinds of history,
some older than ancient . . .
If walls could talk,
imagine the stories
the graffiti-laden walls of the old jail
located in downtown Franklin, NC could tell.
Geologists say that rocks remember.
Of course they can,
so just imagine the stories these rocks,
part of The Gem & Mineral Society of Franklin, NC amazing collection
(located in the aforementioned old jail)
could tell:
Crystals grew inside rock like arithmetic flowers.
They lengthened and spread,
added plane to plane in an awed
and perfect obedience
to an absolute geometry
that even stones –
maybe only the stones –
understood.
~ Annie Dillard
Eggs have no business dancing with stones. ~ Italian proverb
Then we came home and went to walk where we spied these rocks:
If it weren’t for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song. ~ Carl Perkins
Study how water flows in a valley stream,
smoothly and freely between the rocks.
Also learn from holy books and wise people.
Everything –
even mountains, rivers, plants and trees –
should be your teacher.
~ Morihei Ueshiba
I tell you what, Sugar:
at this end of a day like this,
there is only one thing to say:
Amen.
here ‘n there