With the tides coming and going, finding the hidden treasure is often a matter of patience.
This mind, or whatever you call it. There’s something I am trying to recover.
So now what?
Now I wait.
Hmm. It doesn’t look like you are doing anything.
Yeah. But remember those seeds we planted?
I love those trees! It’s amazing how they went from––
Yeah, but before all that, remember? After we planted, it looked like nothing. Root growth always does. But the tree won’t take if it doesn’t happen.
Wait. Is this about the ocean, or tree growth?
I’m mixing metaphors. It’s about learning to wait when you are trying to make a thing happen.
Got it. What’s happening now?
2 thoughts on “At the Shore”
This is just lovely, Stacey – once again. It never ceases to amaze me how you paint such vivid pictures in the mind with your poetic words Xx 😘
Ellie, how I appreciate you. Love.