Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret, and in exchange gain the Ocean. Listen, O drop, bestow upon yourself this honor, and in the arms of the Sea be secure. Who indeed should be so fortunate? An Ocean wooing a drop! In God’s name, in God’s name, sell and buy at once! Give a drop, and take this Sea full of pearls.–Rumi
O God, you are my God; eagerly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my flesh faints for you, as in a barren and dry land where there is no water.Psalm 63:1
It was a hot summer day. I had been butterfly counting for hours and was dripping sweat and running low on water. Time to head for air conditioning. Then I walked up on this little brood, secure in their well-reinforced basket hanging from a branch of a small tree swaying gently in the breeze. Stop. Ponder the wonder of it all.
Sand is a good writing medium. You’ve seen the photos on social media: a drone’s eye view of a marriage proposal or a love note stomped in sand. Advertiser’s use it, too, although their messages in the sand are AI generated, I’m sure. In fact, it’s such a popular concept you can now go to various platforms online and create a greeting card depicting a sand message signed by you! I prefer writings left in the sand by surf interacting with bits of shell and other beach detritus. One of the photos in my #TrackingTide series is titled “Peace Offering…
How can the petioles on a willow leaf be such bright red on a gloomy, misty day in December? How can the midrib of the leaf be such bright green, even as the margins are yellowing and the leaves themselves are dotted with the first rusty spots of dying? Hope springs eternal. Thanks for the encouragement, willow tree!
Edge & Essence 