La Spezia is a lovely port city we used as a base to explore the historic Cinque Terre villages. We have been experiencing temperatures in the 30’s C so we chose to visit the villages by water rather than hiking. We literally got a “taste” of each as we motored from one to the next and had a beer, then gelato, then lunch, etc. Great fun😄
Salou has been a welcome break from the fast pace/high energy of the crowds when touring. We are enjoying sun and sand in this little town that welcomes families to its beaches. In the photos John is trying to point out that his glass contains only water, whereas in my photo I’m holding a pitcher of Sangria😄
“And still, after all this time,
the Sun has never said to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
Look what happens with love like that.
It lights up the sky.” –Rumi
The bird you captured is dead.
I told you it would die
but you would not learn
from my telling. You wanted
to cage a bird in your hands
and learn to fly.
You must not handle birds.
They cannot fly through your fingers.
You are not a nest
and a feather is
not made of blood and bone.
can fly for you like birds
on the wall of the sun.
A bird is a poem
that talks of the end of cages.
Coldest, shortest day
bright log fire conquers darkness
festive sun rebirths
Solar sun clock lags
evening draws toward sunset
stone henge celebrates
moon rattle in my palm
acoustic spirit world connector
blend of natural elements and mystical belief
smooth white mollusk
encircled by brown striations
crustacean style Sydney opera house
perfect to capture the roar and applause of the sea
to echo and amplify beach pebbles that
tumble and jump over each other within
browns and white whorl to a creamy point
milky way thoughts of origin
time and distance transcended
the rattle contains energy
a reminder of celestial guidance
sun and moon drawing forth emotion
a vision of waves washing over
caressing to and fro
spewing foam in a stormy moment
mimicking the ebb and flow of life
taut deer hide
tanned creamy white
encloses the operatic opening
magnifies their song
an intuitive stroke paints the leather
a coppery swirl of motion
folds itself around
a yin yang symbol
spooning each other
their bright red eyes
seeing beyond the palm of my hand
see my soul
see the universe
ready to carry my artful prayers