
Like this boat – and many of you – I’m sitting and reflecting, waiting for the tide to change, readying myself for the part I’ll play.
How about you?
Like this boat – and many of you – I’m sitting and reflecting, waiting for the tide to change, readying myself for the part I’ll play.
How about you?
When the tide rises Speckled stones submerged beneath A high path appears © Amanda Reilly Sayer 2020
When night falls too fast Find the moonlight inside you Then watch the sun rise ©️Amanda Reilly Sayer, 2020
Look
To the mirror
Of tide pools
Your true Self
Reflected
Fluid wave
Cloud in the wind
Marvel
At your return
And Know
Everything changes
Except
The eternal
Eternal You
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The sky is on fire
She thought, toes curled and ready
Feet firmly planted
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Near dusk on the Cape
Magical hours cast their spell
Peaceful radiance
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Dramatic weather
Matches my internal state
Calls forth a calm eye
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Grief is natural when
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Straddling past and present
Trying to let go
Ripples of light
Unfolding a path
Over vast, shifting earth
Circuitous, but leading
Not the shortest line
But there
Along with that lone tree
Whispering wind-filled stories
Of survival and new branches
Look back if you must
But notice the widening arc
The trail gone past
Tales of your struggle
Are etched in your bones
You need not repeat them
Now, away from the setting sun
Step into your long shadow, embrace
And watch the tide shift
The unknown
Place of your thriving
Lies just ahead
© Amanda Reilly Sayer
Whenever I feel the balance tip to dusk, edging towards darkness, I recall the sunrise, or other light-filled images. Metaphorically, yes, but also literally, with dozens of photographs to choose from.
You might wonder if this is a way I escape the present or turn away from a more complicated reality, which is always a mix of light and dark. But that isn’t my experience. Rather, this practice of remembering light helps me keep perspective no matter what is going on around me, just as a wide angle lens captures more landscape.
I wonder what you do to regain perspective when the scales begin to tip. Would you consider sharing that with me and others? Can we remember the light together, then offer it to those who need a little extra today?