john prentiss benson dhow
a wind-filled skin
of salted cloth
pulls my body
across the cloud-mirror
i am pinned
to this place
by the sea-anchor
that is
my gauzy shadow
object #4 and random pics
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10 comments:
Simple and lovely, and reflective of my own feelings of late.
a bit of aimless wandering.
Am on the ward right now, and everything is gauzy blue, layers and layers of blue. Am sailing with you...
ruth - it fascinates me how there are so many synchronicities. i am drifting in a place of great potential and not knowing how to manage a wide range of unfolding circumstances. i like that - the not knowing - i don't especially like the waiting for it all to unfold. steven
ellen - that's all it is. post school loss of purpose and direction. i can feel this feeling building through june side-by-side with the intensity of completing the school year. steven
shaista i was just writing to you from the gauzy blue world of today. i wish you well with your treatment! steven
reya - it's nice to have some space to step back and see what i can see. steven
I share with you that feeling of emptiness and loss of purpose and direction at the beginning of each summer vacation. It is accompanied by excitement for all the possibilities to go deeper inside. Most people imagine that summer vacation is pure bliss. If you love teaching a lot summer is an adjustment a mixed blessing. But still, a blessing.
hi dan - i have been working in the gardens the last few days as well as taking long bike rides through the hills southwest of me. i felt something like my groove returning this morning. i certainly am grateful for the summer to recharge and find the deeper places of my life that's for sure. steven
Your gauzy shadow has more substance than many people's actual being... ♥
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