tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65835465355826387442024-03-08T08:47:28.746-08:00Liquid SolaceFinding peace at seaMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05224691252858689732noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583546535582638744.post-38773384300119619942007-11-19T00:06:00.000-08:002007-11-19T01:55:19.884-08:00to where nothing has a name<span style="font-family:verdana;">I went paddling today, and looked around at the familiar scenery. Each time something came into view, my mind presented me with a word. Driftwood; jellyfish; wave; seal; current; eagle; cat's paw, and so on. Then there was the bird I didn't know the name of, and I thought about all the words in my mind, and about the missing word. I liked the missing word best of all. Once again I remember...it's time to forget.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Even the loveliest of words can only dance around the truth of something; or at best, walk us to the door and let us go. The irony of me writing these very words does not escape me as I dance around the truth of even this moment. Here I am, trying to write about how I love it when the words fall away, and perception once again joins breathing as an unspoken act of nature.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">I went paddling today, and it took me, like so many times before, to where nothing has a name.</span>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05224691252858689732noreply@blogger.com0