I live with my little family in a cozy cabin nestled in an old cedar forest~upon a mossy island, tucked away in the north Salish Sea.  Every day I love to swim in the sea, in water ribboned green with light, in the pouring wildness of the tides. When I return from the shining water I put the kettle on, pour a pot of warm tea and begin drawing my favorite, salty things...


The Sea~

'Stroke by

stroke my

body remembers that life and cries for

the lost parts of itself~

fins, gills

opening like flowers into

the flesh ~ my legs

want to lock and become

one muscle, i swear I know

just what the blue~grey scales

shingling

the rest of me would

feel like! 

paradise! Sprawled 

in that motherlap,

in that dreamhouse

of salt and exercise,

what a spillage 

of nostalgia pleads

from the very bones! how

they long to give up the long trek

inland, the brittle

beauty of understanding,

and dive,

and simply

become again a flaming body

of blind feeling

sleeking along

in the luminous roughage of the sea's 

body,

vanished

like victory inside that

insucking genesis, that

roaring flamboyance, that

perfect

beginning and

conclusion of our own.'

-Mary Oliver


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