I volunteered at the Wooden Boat Festival yesterday. The children’s boatbuilding was very busy. This future sailor is working on design and navigation.
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I volunteered at the Wooden Boat Festival yesterday. The children’s boatbuilding was very busy. This future sailor is working on design and navigation.
I am sorry about the wings
During the massage today
my poor back aches so
where my wings should be
Guilt
If the Beloved gives me wings
I should fly
but I would rather be in the water
I feel so much safer here
and then I think
maybe I should stop
jumping off of cliffs…..
I should stop jumping off of cliffs….
I follow that thought
I should stay in the water
keep my tail and scales
I have come out so many times
lately only for you
you will not come in the water
you don’t want to hear me sing
you want me to be silent and listen
you want me to agree about the past
and collapse
I say here
here is the future
I can see it
and you don’t answer
you don’t listen
when I return to the sea
you call me
and you come to the edge of the sea
to call me
but you won’t come in
I have come out to you
on those painful legs
for which I sacrifice my voice
you would have scales and a tail
if you came to me
come to the future with me
we will meet at the edge of the sea
me in the sea
you on the beach
and talk
but this is goodbye
I won’t come out again
and I say to the Beloved
I am sorry about the wings
I will use the wings
my back was so sore
where the wings were
the wings are back
I still have my scales and tail
I rise to the surface of the sea
I spread my wings
scales, tail and wings
I begin
now I will fly
8/3/16
Another fog photograph from last Saturday. Why don’t we spell it phog?
As the sun gets nearer to rising on Saturday, the fog rises too, and nears town. The Cascades are no longer visible across the Sound.
Early Saturday, the fog is rolling up over Marrowstone Island, with the distant Cascades showing above the fog line.
I took this on Saturday. Yesterday we had smoke, not fog, from all the fires. When I went out to my car, there was a fine rain of ash. The smoke frightens me and I feel like a child again, in a car with the smell of my father’s cigarettes, unfiltered camels. I feel edgy all day.
I would rather have the fog.
Another fog study from Saturday morning. Color disappears in the fog, even though those boats are not very far away….
We got up early to photograph the sunrise on Saturday. The fog is lying on the sound and rolling up over Marrowstone Island. The Cascades are visible over the fog. Port Townsend Bay is clear and the water calm.
I am submitting this to yesterday’s Daily Prompt: educate.
You must be educated and know what you are doing to drive a tug into the fog towing a barge and yet be safe.
Blessings on all the people in the flooded parts of Texas and other states, who used their boats and education and skills to rescue so many people. Thank you.
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday # 125, a study of parallels. The fog is rolling in after the sun rises, and the rowers come in.
I am diving into my Saturday like this turtle, a breath of air and then paddle down into the depths, hi to the local fish and other fauna and look, lovely places to paddle and hide. I am puttering, wondering, not directed, no list, I might wander by and do laundry but some of the day I will just revel in sloth…. I hope you get lazy time, down time, undirected time, unscheduled time, dream time, time to expand and paddle around and float in the sea of dreams…..happy Saturday.
….and I submit this to the Daily Prompt: dignify….
Today I refuse to dignify the type A part of myself with any attention: I am relaxed.
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