I sink into the silence and stillness. Solitude calls my name and shows me my reflection as a sacred offering. Here in this place the sea asks me to embrace my truth once again. The hummingbird invites me to sip holy nectar, the heron to stretch out my wings, the gulls to remember my flock. In each shell is an epiphany, each smooth stone offers a revelation. I watch and witness as the sun slowly makes her long arc across the sky and discover my own rising and falling. The tides are singing of quiet miracles – like those which reveal and conceal the world every day right before our eyes.
Stop by yesterday’s post for the invitation to unfurl.
© Christine Valters Paintner at Abbey of the Arts:
Transformative Living through Contemplative & Expressive Arts
“…the tides are singing of quiet miracles – like those which reveal and conceal the world every day right before our eyes…” thank you, Christine.
i am blessed and nourished by david’s poem, and your words and image, christine.