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Remember the Shore
Remember the Shore/Prologue
After all these years, I still remember how it smelled. The salty air
permeating my senses, leaving a lasting scent on my skin and a sweet taste in my mouth. I recall how the cliffs stood tall
and proud as if they were defending a great fortress. I can still feel the sand between my toes, and can vision the tall reeds
dancing in the wind. And I remember her, my Grandmother, a majestic presence, sitting there in the sand, me at her side drawing
my dreams into the earth with a piece of drift wood.
We would talk and walk for hours along that beach, watching the tides
come and go, gaze at the moon as it looked down upon its reflection in the lonely sea. It was a time of great contentment,
of happiness. A time when wisdom and grace, melded with innocence and wonder, where two people separate by age, yet bonded
by love, found peace in each other company.
Had I known that those last days at the shore would be the memories that
I would return to in times of great agony and pain, I would have stayed there forever. Leaving that place was like saying
goodbye to life itself, I knew I would be returning to a world where I could not understand the rules, or even thought I would
ever know them. I remember the last words my Grandmother said to me as we turned our backs to the sea and walked towards the
waiting car, She told me "You will always have this, it is a part of you this place, you only need to close your eyes and
remember the shore when you want to find peace in your mind, and love in your heart."
I think she knew even then that my journey in this life would be filled
with more agony than a child should bear. I think she knew the secrets that shamed my heart, and grabbed my innocence, and
felt powerless to anything about it. She wanted to save my heart from all the evil that would touch my life. Little did she
know, the lessons and hardship I would face in my life, would be the things that would lead me on a path to my own enlightenment,
that savagery and cruelty, would touch me yes, but, because of the lessons and love I had learned through her, I would overcome
them all, and make the world a better place for me, my children, my friends, and the one great love I ever knew.
If you want more, please let me know, and I'll direct you to where you can buy the book ;)

"This is the beginning of a new day. You have been given this day to use as you will. You can waste it or use it for
good. What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it. When tomorrow comes, this day will
be gone forever; in its place is something that you have left behind...let it be something good."
author unknown
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Loves Equisite Freedom
Love arrives;
and in it's train comes ecstasies
old memories of pleasure....
Ancient histories of pain
Yet, if we are bold...
Love strikes away the chains of fear...
From our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity.
In the flush of love's light face
We dare to be brave
And suddenly we see that love costs all we are\and will ever be.
Yet, it is only love
Which sets us free...
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We Are Lovely
He is lovely, dark, and deep...Though in his heart, secrets keep
I aspire to protect them all...The immoral, the sad, the grievous too.
He has come, heart open wide...He says' have me whole or not at all'
I know his love, I bring him up...Above the world, he once knew.
He will stay, strong and right...His intentions cast no single doubt
I seek his temple ever more...His Quiet arms await me there.
I am Lovely, light, and deep...Though in my heart, secrets keep
You aspire to protect them all...The immoral, the sad, the grievous too.
I am here, heart open wide...I say 'have me whole or not at all'
He know's my soul, He takes me down...Beneath the flood of pain I knew.
I will stay, strong and right...My intentions cast no single doubt
He seeks my temple ever more...My quiet arms await him there.
We are lovely, Light, and deep...Within our love, secrets leave
We aspire to bespeak them all...The immoral, the sad, the grievous too.
We are here, hearts open wide...We say 'have us whole or not at all'
We stand as witness, of love's great strength...That crosses borders, of
ignorance.
We will stay, where we belong...Our intention loving, etched in stone
We seek the temple from which we came...God's Quiet arms await us there.
Tracey Newson
February 2, 2005
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