Photo: Sue Vincent
There was beauty in the shallows.
The mirror of the skies. The crystalline water in their unabashed reveal. The bottom — old and newer bits together — inviting her to step in and stir the quiet till it rises soft between her toes to momentarily obscure all things.
Opacity reassured her.
Like the enveloping from clouds when they leaned in close in misty acknowledgment, it held reminders:
That life was often muddy.
That clarity was temporary, hard won, and easily disrupted.
That fog spread quickly and lifted slowly, leaving damp disorientation in its wake.
That even shallows could reflect upended bowls of heaven and earth.
As if it heard, the water summoned her and she stepped into the silt. Wavelets nipped at her ankles, snapping cold against her skin.
Her toes disappeared, and she thought how apt it was to have her foundation hidden underneath a swirl of settling.
She breathed and closed her eyes and stilled and became one with the water, one with the sediment of time and the detritus of being.
Slowly, both the lake and her mind cleared.
She heard her spirit whistle on the wind.
Beautiful. I so enjoy your fine eye and gifted pen.
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Thank you, my friend! XOXO
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Did you get my text earlier about Steve?
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Did not, but will call you right now!
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Beautiful!!!! Thank you!!!💚🤗💚
Adele Ryan McDowell, Ph.D.
AdeleRyanMcDowell.com Adeleandthepenguin.com MakingPeacewithSuicide.com Channeledgrace.com
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🙂 Thank YOU! Luv ya!
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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Thank you!
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🙂
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🙂 Thank you!
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