I step softly into the water and notice. And the water notices me. I listen softly the sound of the tide and hear. And the tide hears me. I follow softly the light in the water and see. And the light sees me. I feel softly into the magic of the sun and experience. And … More Softly

The Driftwood

The Driftwood And the driftwood gathers and waits for someone to notice it. How long it waits, who can say? But then someone does. And that someone puts the pieces together like a puzzle. Matching Combing Molding Raising And what was once a lonely stick becomes a home A castle A fortress An abode A … More The Driftwood