Saturday, April 4, 2009
I've spent some time away with my Love, wandering into vast and rugged spaces and savage oceanscapes. We explored stones and dying seastars, lost ourselves in the kaleidoscopic colors inside mussel shells, and stood over the ocean as the wind stretched clouds across the open sky.
We gazed up tree trunks, 800 years old and were humbled by their beauty, wisdom and silent essence...they are like soft bristle hairbrushes swaying through the clouds, gently untangling the rain droplets as they fall to scent the earth in freshness and renewal.
We watched cottonball snowflakes swirl in windy frenzies as we took silence by the fireside.
We explored tantalizing tastes in cozy Shelters and indulged in the sweetest and richest of chocolate treats.
How quickly I have become so longingly nostalgic of this favourite place of mine with this favourite soul of mine...for our souls mingled with the soul of the landscape, and we will forever be a part of it, as much as it is a part of us.