The cold water bites her flesh leaving the sensation of ice cracking through layers as she submerges into its frigidness. What a difference a few days of the powerful north-westerly winds make! Unable to see the winds, she observes the changing ripples as it skims across the clear depths creating a diffused mask over the algae-covered rocks far below the surface on sand beds. Even the mossy covered protrusions feel the effects of shifting currents. Brownish-green fingers react to the push and pull causing mocking-like calls to come as they wave in a melodic, hypnotizing trance induced state.
Looking in the mirror I am not so very brave
Brushing through my tangled long tresses flowing in waves.
I miss . . . I think . . . I feel . . . I cry . . .
I miss the touch of your fingertips
I miss your kiss, your tender lips,
I miss the way you made me laugh
I miss feeling like your other half.
I miss the way I felt in your embrace
I miss seeing the smile lines on your face.
I miss the sound of your voice
I miss the unchosen choice.
I miss the me in your arms
I miss the me lost in your charms.
I miss the me I used to see
I miss the me I thought I’d be.
I miss my imagined fantasy
I miss the sweetness, my once reality.
I miss the way I used to sigh
I miss . . . I think . . . I feel . . . I cry . . .
Her ears tuned to nature’s language, she struggles to understand all, from the slapping rhythmic tone of colliding objects below, above and onshore. The elements alive with motion, move, sway, dance, and bend as directed, or in attempted defiant response to influential external conditions and forces. The unseen exerts itself, driven by another to its objective or reasoning. Harmony in the fiercest or gentlest upheaval exists as all actions ripple, slap, crash, smother, and recede in speaking to the past, present, and future.
Eyes widen, ears hearken, hearts soften or harden, and minds adapt in contemplative perspective. Everything has a purpose. What strikes fear or calm when nature’s voice resonates and echoes through the valleys and shadows of our lives? The undergirding is strong, well-prepared to endure elemental motions and foundational currents when searching to appreciate the inherent beauty in changing tides of life. They beg for listening ears and eye-opening stillness within our souls. It takes effort, sometimes every ounce of courage to allow the gusts’ direction to guide where it is not easy to go, to bend and drop leaves when roots have grown determined trunks providing life-giving nutrients to branches as new seasons emerge, or splash into and over stumbling rocks which, over time, become smoothly polished from affliction. Affect and effect, the unseen air currents, touch our exposed skin, sifting through hair, both cooling and warming, so we can experience a fullness of life, with all its opposition and magnificent bounties.
Ice, a protective layer, cracks with force, weight, sun, and wind revealing what it will. Its thickness develops as weathered over time. Sometimes shocking blueness is unavoidable. Perhaps it is quick submersion, just long enough to send goosebumps of alertness to minds or hearts. Perhaps it requires warming blankets of friendship to avoid hypothermia. Whatever the consequence of our choice, we are part of a whole that continually lives, driven, guided, course-corrected, and directed when we stop, observe, and listen in stillness, respecting the beauty nature allows us to experience.
Life Happens. . . so do Storms, and Skeletons, Feet, Tents, Father/Daughter Memories, Missing Pieces, Waves, Gingerbread, What am I to do Now, and Choices.
Life Happens in Scriptural Musings. . . so do Dioramas, Prayers, What Lack I Yet, Swords and Shields, Rescues, the Shepherd, and Faith and Wholeness.
