Water and Falls

Sometimes when I sit with my notepad I just write the words that appear in my head. Sometimes that path continues until I stop. Sometimes a flow develops.

This is from 6/25/25

Wasp errand God meander bubbles Fred toast jungle ocean temptation desire field barley waves sheen cloud float bubbles linger meditation breath waterfall exhale

as a waterfall is a 
constant exhale
	so is
The warmth of the sun
a constant inhale

sit

wait

breathe out waterfall
breathe in sunshine

breathe out waterfall
	mist on the face
breathe in sunshine
	mist evaporates

Flow	Ebb

This.. on the other hand was a response to the beginning of my recent flight from Seattle to Monterey. The turbulence/wind shear was strong. The wing wiggled way more than I liked. My mind raced and a vision of the wing just ripping off crashed my mind.

6/22/25 written while still on the plane

Dazzling
the wing flexes in forces
flung sideways - - -
falling sideways – fear lingers and bursts
the bubbles below.

~Ocean~
taps a wing
grabs and pulls
to spin us down
a flat stone skipping 
to rest
	to settle
		and sink
	s
		i	
			n
				k
a temporary submarine
	with no hope
		intent
of letting its passengers view
	the deep
		dark
			blue.

We are now
	only
an apartment building for
	fish
protective - with tiny windows
offering a spectacular view.

And then. Today I am going through stuff. Trying to throw things out. Recycle things. Donate things. I found a notebook that included my own writing from 2016-2019. Rough years for our relationship. She was in a very dark space and I was merely trying to stay sane… stay afloat… be there. Trying.

Two matched the water here. 9/29/19

ONE

Does the water
at a waterfall
Consider
The inability
to go back?

TWO

Which
stream flows
to the sea
Does water
find 
contentment
In the ocean
or perpetual 
discontent at the
lack of individuality

And THREE - written in Cursive on 3/21/18. I don’t usually write in cursive. I’ll leave it to you.

there is something linear about writing (in cursive).

	Once upon a time there lived a small creature. One so small she led a life largely unnoticed by the world around her. She would watch as other beings would pass her by and not even bat an eye. Sometimes she would even have to get out of the way. This led her to feel a bit inconsequential. Tiny. And in a word, small. It made her sad and feelings of loneliness set in. 
	In an effort to be noticed she began sabotaging the world around her. She started small. She left small holes in the earth and watched to see who would go around, who would go over and most delightedly, who would trip.
	Eventually even this grew routine and her feelings of smallness returned. Sad, she would quietly watch everyone walk over her obstacles without any understanding of where that hole came from. No concern or recognition that she had made it. Her feelings of self-worth diminished even further. Depression set in.
	Then one day as she sat watching from her high perch. High to her, that is. A giant figure stopped at her obstacle and looked around. The head swiveled perhaps for only two moments and stopped. One giant eye leaned in and smiled at her. She blinked. It blinked. She smiled. It held out a giant appendage. She stepped on and was carried away…

Thank you.

Be creative.

Love.

give hugs.