And now the times are changing

Today I walked on the beach. We had a mission, to leave a gift. Sunlight and blue sky and sand patterns entranced.

We played with the light and the water, splintering it to diamond flecks of brightness.

Pi discovered a passion for crabbing.

And I returned a stone to the beach, slightly above the tide line, where I found it. Drawn on the stone is a labyrinth in gold leaf. If you find it you might keep it or you might leave it where it is until the spring tide takes it and rolls it back to the waves.

Ask Pi where it is. Because Pi knows.

About Jackie

I am an artist and writer. I live in a small house by the sea in Wales where I write, paint, walk and watch and dream of bears and whales. I love to read, have a wish for wings and prefer the company of animals to that of humans, though at times I can be quite friendly. I am learning how to work with wood engraving tools and hoping to show that you can teach an old dog new tricks.
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3 Responses to And now the times are changing

  1. Bernie Bell says:

    A poem by friend Jeanne about things being taken from the sea – connecting with us in some way – being returned to the sea- if/when they’re meant to be taken, connected with, returned, taken back by the sea.

    SPHERE

    I search the shore for the perfect shape.
    It must fit into my palm and roll around.
    It must be nearly right and round.
    The sea has done it’s job
    but I will carve it to perfection.

    Above, in the night sky,
    stars punctuate the blackness.
    In my hand, I scrape and chisel
    and mark this one
    differently.

    This one will not roll off
    back into the sea.
    This one will stay still.

    ————-

    Carefully, I work to incise lines………….
    like starlight.
    over and around all sides of the sphere I mark firm edges,
    criss-crossing each other,
    deeply,
    like patterns in the night sky.
    Predictable.

    At each crossing,
    Memories of the stars above or the life below,
    this stone won’t roll back into the sea.

    We will each hold it.
    We will pass it to one another.
    We will move one grid line on to another.
    With each roll,
    A memory will unfurl inside us.

    Only what we desire, will be returned to the sea.

    Jeanne Bouza Rose.

    You’re a corker, Jackie – an absolute corker.

  2. That made me well up a little bit. How utterly utterly beautiful. The mermaids and selkies will sing tonight.

  3. Oh I’m sure Pi knows where a lot of things are, and will be finding many more in her young life! Pretty stone. Beautiful beach. Glad you’ve taken time to wade and share!

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