I can’t seem to stop this morning. Some days are more inspiring than others, I suppose. And I’ll want to delete or at least edit all these posts by the end of the day. But I haven’t posted for a while, so I’m making up for lost time
My excuse on this occasion is that Kate posted a picture of the ocean along with a beautiful poem about its power.
And the ocean has always called to me. If it calls to you too then feel free to hold my hand …
I poke my toe beyond the sand
To where I hope to understand
That everything thing, it ebbs and flows
Everything. It comes and goes
The water’s deep. The river flows
The ocean holds what no-one knows
Nothing certain. Nothing planned
Come swim with me. Come take my hand.