Once I went swiftly nowhere

This summer has been a "very happy one, - a time of glad living with summer suns and skies, a time of keen delight in wholesome things; a time of renewing and deepening of old friendships; a time in which [I have] learned to live more nobly, to work more patiently, to play more heartily."

L.M. Montgomery from Anne of the Island


A sauna on the edge of the Sea, somewhere between Finland and Sweden.



I have been freed. I don't know from what exactly, but the thrill of new life, of an unknown future, of a "peace the surpasses all understanding" has taken hold of me, and I have no intention of letting it go. The Spirit has pursued me, both gently and unrelentlessly, like the Ocean Wind.

I drove to the library today to find poetry! Specifically poetry of the Sea. I found a wonderful collection by Gilean Douglas who lived just off my own shores. Her poetry frees the Sea, the Islands, and most of all those who love the Sea and Islands. This poem shares the current frequency of my soul. As I read it I thought the vibrations could shatter glass. It is good that I was outside.

Reborn

The beat in my blood is changed,
my rhythm is the rhythm of this tree,
my pulse is counted by the drip of rain,
my breathing reckoned by the gust of wind.

Once I went swiftly nowhere,
now I go quietly as a cloud goes;
as a high cloud above low darkness,
as a slow star in its appointed course.