The fluid quality of Time. The swish and shift of sand. Lines, Light, salt.
When I walk by the ocean, my whole Being knows itself as Home.
I feel the fluent flush through my tissues, the subsequent spacious release.
And my body returns to its original joy and freedom.
My Saltwater Songlines.
sand and rock
I have always known sand as the Sacred. Sandstone as my skin, my Bone, and the lining of my Heart.
These things are visceral knowings; their fabric, part of my own. Place, and my own small body; One.
as a small child, my Father stood with me in these places, taking me their edges . . .
. . . and the edges of my own Creation.