today's first post is a guest post from my neighbor Scott and his attached statement. He definitely took a beautiful picture from a place I visit occasionally.
Attached is my photo of a rainbow at the confluence of the Chenango & Susquehanna Rivers.
The photo was taken (with my simple point-and-shoot camera) on my walk to work on 10/24/16. The attached photo is actually two photos that have been stitched together, but no other edits or enhancements were made. Along with the colors of the leaves, it was quite a nice blessing for the start of that day!
All the best & Happy Thanksgiving to you & the family!
Waves crashing on the rocks on State Beach Ventura California. I wish I had something poetic to go with this.
THE RESTLESS HEART OF THE SEA by Debb Stanton
My soul, my heart, my life
Like the sun sparkling on the sea
as happy, dancing diamonds
Then the surf crashes against the huge black crater
and my reassurance disappears
Just like you did long ago
you left without saying a word
you were rock solid in deciding to end us
so much so that you didn’t even tell me
my cries and letters and calls to you
couldn’t wear you (the rock) down
it’s funny how the sun was out
and making everything look good
except for my life without you
you were very restless
Now I am very restless
searching for the answers
The watery waves of my heart
pound time and time again
is relief really nowhere in sight?
I want the music of the sea back
the gentle tones that calm me
and lead me home
home to my heart
where I will never leave me
I will never change my position on me
I will not hate and desert myself like you did
In fact, now I see the black crater as better
it gets very slowly worn away by all the crashing water
but remains strong and solid
that’s how I will now be
Restless no longer
I look forward to growth
so I can once again frolic like the waves
and enjoy the sounds and the seagulls
The sea has no room for pity
but it does take pity on restless hearts
and knows how to help them
This is a guest post by Maria, my wife. I hope you enjoy it as much as me.
I asked the geranium
"Is it painful when your buds
Does it hurt for the green
to be split up?
Does it hurt when the red
Or is it pleasant when your buds
When the warmth of the room
caresses your buds
Like a hand would caress
a breast's bump?"
"It is both", she replied, "it is both".