Move me
Smooth me
Mould me
Crush me
Till there’s
Nothing left
I may cry
Out in anguish
Seethe and bleed
But, by God
It’s what I seek…
To feel only
The gentle sway
Of Your truth
To believe that
You are all
That I need
To know
Your love… Peace.
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One of my favourite places to be is at the ocean. No matter, the weather. In fact, the harsher the better. The sea rumbles and tumbles, sprays and sways. I can hear the rocks aching mournfully as strong waves pull them back into the fold of the seas’ roaring bosom.
Move Me comes from that space, that place… Do you know it?
I sit. Close my eyes. I feel the pulse of the space, the pull of the air. Smell the pungent aromas. I listen. Silky images with rough edges fall into my lap.Words.Words define the molecular motion within me. Is it molecular, physiological? Is it emotional? Spiritual? It hums in my core.
We are all connected, are we not? To each other. To all life forms. And, if so, do we really know to what levels or degrees these connections affect us and the other? Anatomically? Physiologically? Psychologically? Emotionally? Spiritually?
How can we know? The more we avoid our physical environment, the more dis-ease we incur. We need allow ourselves to be moved by our environment. To be enfolded in Mother Earth’s strength and protection. To be healed by great open spaces, seas, winds, rocks, birds, animals and trees. To listen to God’s sighs in-between peeps and chirps in the softness of dawn’s early light.
Photographic Images taken at Crystal Crescent Beach, Nova Scotia
©Judi Risser
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