I feel the tide and know my own heart is a reckless moon, my pulse a rogue wave that sweeps and rips at the frayed edges of the world, pressing my own small time into tiny heres and nows and somewhere in the distance, on a red cliff, my name is carved in stone. Not the name Jillian. Though that is what you call me. My other name, the one stamped on the hot surface of my heart, holy and true and blessed.
I am arches, I span, I bridge, I fill a gap. The waters pass through. I am a vessel. I will fall, grind to dust under a thousand starry nights, paint the water red and take to the sky.
I don’t carry much with me. I lay me down to sleep in a wind bitten wigwam just out of reach of the high water, built of the tired bones of trees. Good bones. When I wake at night I think I rest within the ribcage of a whale. I hear their songs as I sleep, whale songs, like a gale on a frigid winter night passing over the land I came from, the North. That kind of sound breeds freedom in chained bones, eats away at steel, corrodes hinges and spits rust. I sleep deep and wake free, all my small, sour, self-imposed penitentiaries melted and fluffed into flotsam and foam.
I lift a hand to my brow to block the gold of the morning sun. I look down. I am the black rock in the heart of the surf, wiped clean and slow to fade. Warm host to the cormorant on sunny days. Veins of quartz pushing through the hard darkness of my face. And here. A nugget of gold.
I lean deep into the drum of the shoreline. I am drawn to the rhythm and in the closing cadence between the crashing curls of water, I hear a creed. No, I feel a creed beat its power into my bones, lacing my cells together with an ardent, sterling rope, each wave a new article of faith.
Oh. I believe.
“each wave a new article of faith”
I believe that you are an angel come down to earth….
that what I believe
love and light
if you have time, you may enjoy this witchy woman
http://loveandlight-cat.blogspot.ca/2014/04/vision-quest.html
Naw…just a normal human finding my way. 🙂 XX
mmmm normal??? *wink wink*
well
let it be known that I wish there was more of your normal in this world and I am happy to witness it here xo
love and light
xx
a poem and a prayer, full of renewal.
bless your heart.
bless your soul.
XX
I really enjoyed the Easter service I attended this morning.
But this is even better. Thank you. Bless you.
I enjoyed todays Easter service at church, too. 🙂
XX
As usual, gorgeous photographs, always new, different and still very much yourself.
Beautiful!
Thank you, Nathalie.
sitting by midnight lakes reflecting stars below and above it becomes impossible to tell which way is up. once during a long lost night i heard the wind, at least i think it was all kinds of glorious!
I know this feeling well.
“….the wind, whisper my name. and not even this name, but rather my real name. i am a journey. a story. a circle. an ouroboros. harmony of asymmetry. so old i am unable to tell you where i begin. contemplating cosmogony provokes the longing to remember all of our explosions. reciting stories locked in scars and chests where only angels dare to tread. both archer and prey. i pray. i know not to whom, but i say thank you. alot. grateful for having nothing and everything to learn. and LIFE. in which to leave my map. my mark. my trail of meandering dirty footprints. i was here….” ~ written an age ago but true still
😉
Ooh…clear nights like that on the edges of lakes are true gifts. Beautiful. Makes me miss the North like something else…
well, that was a jumble of a message!
Incredibly utterly beautiful. So so beautiful… xxx
XXX
beautiful words
beautiful images
….sigh….
such a wonderful wigwam
‘built of the tired bones of trees’
to sleep in
maybe
one day….
🙂 Maybe you can build one in your living room? Actually, I might build one in MY living room.
You do have a way with words.
It was a pleasure (again) to read your thoughts, thank you.
Anna
Thanks for being here, Anna.
So you made it to the glorious shores of the Pacific…what a lovely place to be…good seeing you J! xx
I surely did! Good to see you, too, Mona! X
The eternal sea and sky! Always room for a soul to expand and view the fullness of itself and the vastness of Gods creation. Blessed Jillian, to be there.
Blessed, indeed. X
I am of the same creed. I have taken the same holy oath in the Church of forest and river and prairie. I am made up of the same stars and will one day be ground into the same dust, and our dust will become the sediment at the bottom of the earth, while our spirits ride horses of wind well beyond the sunset. I always thought that about you, that you were the same. Now I know it.
Well, that’s just beautiful!!!
X
Woman. You bring tears to my eyes.
XX
Did you make it to Port Orford? It looks similar if not. These pictures make my heart & soul homesick. Beautiful words mi lady; they make me ache for calmness.
I don’t believe I did…or perhaps I did. I went from Bend to Florence to Newport and back to Bend. Just a long, jagged little triangular road trip! It was SO beautiful out there — my first time to the central Oregon coast.