Taken at the Baltimore Aquarium before covid.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: narrow.
Taken at the Baltimore Aquarium before covid.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: narrow.
I took this at the Baltimore Aquarium, which is wonderful.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: zoomorphic.
Do you think the sea lions are talking to the Beloved? When they are on the rock with their heads tilted back, looking up?
Are they trying to feel the sun?
Do they have reflux and digest better this way?
Do you think the sea lions are talking to the Beloved?
I think doctoring makes one cynical. Or at least messes up the scale of normal.
Maybe there are Marcus Welby docs out there, but I don’t know any. Doctoring messes up one’s scale. A wound is compared to black horrifying gangrene to the knee, pain is compared to screaming delirium tremens or full thickness burns or heroin withdrawal, one in four adults can be diagnosed with a psychiatric disorder at some time in their life…. so then, what is normal?
What is normal for relationships? How many deeply happy marriages do you know? If half end in divorce, what are the odds?
Where is the line in love? Where is the line between loving the other person no matter what and wait, that is domestic violence. Where is the line for abuse? Do people agree on it?
No. They do not. What I think is behavior that is frightening may be normal behavior to my partner. Is it ok to drink until one is drunk? I don’t want to be around it. I saw enough of that shit at work. I deal with addiction daily. If someone wants to get drunk, they can choose to do that. But not around me. And no, I don’t want to date them. And if they are working themselves to death, is that ok? Well, I might be a tad hypersensitive to that, since I nearly managed that myself. So I don’t want to be around that either. That might be viewed as noble self-sacrifice. But at work, I see the caregiver die before the recipient of the care, all too often. Especially in older couples, where neither one wants to let anyone in the house to help….
….but then, some people do hear me. A woman thanked me last year for saying she should quit covering for her husband. She was afraid, but backed off. He is able to do more than she expected and he also is more respectful and kind to her. She thanked me and I got all shy and tongue-tied.
My definition of love is listening. Someone who listens and hears and lets me listen and hear. When each person can say what they are thinking and feeling and wanting and worried about…. because if only one person is speaking, if only one person is determining what the relationship is, it is not a relationship.
Sometimes you need a lighthouse to reach safe harbor.
For today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: harbor.
One must go through the water.
One might choose not
avoid
there are ways to avoid feelings
Another one might choose not
I let go
and fall
and the water closes over my head
and I let myself sink
all the way down
even
if I am over
a deep trench
once down
once deep
I open my eyes
and let my breath out
and let the deep rush in
I don’t know why
people avoid this place
it is dangerous
but so beautiful
the darkness
with beings that glow
some attack
of course
but I too am a monster
bare my fangs
and receive respect
or fear
or friendship
I am very safe here
it is so familiar
in the deep
I am back in grief
in the ocean of tears
someone has to go there
and I can swim
I can swim on the surface
and I can swim in the depths
no trench is too deep
for me to explore
they think it is dark
in the deepest trench
it’s true that the pressure
is very strong
but all of us
in the deepest depths
learn to glow
and shine
that is what the trench does
at first you are terrified
an ocean of grief
an ocean of tears
but then you see light
beings glowing
some are eating each other
but others smile and wave
if you are not too frightened
if you do not fight and struggle
if you take a breath, calmly
you find you can breathe
and you look at your hands
in wonder as you breathe
in the ocean of grief
in the ocean of tears
you too are glowing softly
in the ocean of grief
in the ocean of tears
you feel welcome
Angels can take peculiar form.
This is for my Ragtag Daily Prompt: angel.
These Strangels are spotted at the Kinetic Sculpture Race in 2015.
This is during the water trial, to make sure that they float. The sculptures have to be human powered and have to move on land, through mud and through water. The water temperature is between 50-55 degrees, which is cold.
We have angelic Kinetic Kops too. Sometimes the structures look so peculiar that people forget that they can weigh tons. You do not want to be run over by one.
Hooray for Strangels and all the other racers. I hope Kinetic can happen in 2022.
This is East Beach on Marrowstone Island. After the rains, sections of the sand cliff have come down, with trees in the process of dying and the grass still intact in some piles. There are some seriously large chunks of clay that you would not like to be under when it came down.
We can see where the tide is starting to break the pieces of clay up and wash out the rocks.
So is the land encroaching on the sea or the sea encroaching on the land?
For today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt.
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