A landscape of puddles and sea creatures. What I wouldn’t give…
What I wouldn’t give to be back exploring vast dimples of tidal pools… plucking hermit crabs during low tide is a special kind of childhood magic.
Reality Check: Quarantine feels a bit like being caught in the SURF, no? Living in shells oh-so-familiar… tumbling about with each new wave… ears attune to the dull roar of news, breaking daily at your door? Lately, it seems the space between my ears can go from clear to FUZZ in a matter of seconds. The static weight of reality is omnipresent. Like little grains of sand in my head, bones and dialogue
Have you too, felt this FUNK? If so, let’s reframe and reset. Pull on your rain boots. Grab an extra pair of dry socks. Flip over some rocks. And let’s resolve to focus on the journey, rather than the destination. When the wind feels deafening and your face a bit raw… smile. Lick your lips. Taste the salt. You are present.
Even the most overcast and gloomy of days shine wonder if you just look. Find the thread, pull the silver lining, and land on the moon… who knows, maybe it really IS made of cheese?!
Find the thread, pull the silver lining, and land on the moon… who knows, maybe it really IS made of cheese.
Rosemary + Rhyme 