salty and whole

In the distance, the scent of morning and our farmhouse and muddy shoes by the door and eggs sizzling and wooden chairs around a paint splattered table by the open windows breathing sun and summer, by the path, by the thick foliage, by the stream.

Toes on cold rocks, sharp rock, smooth rocks. We wash our hair in the stream, earth and water rushing. Light runs through leaves touching water.

A rush of birds through leaves and the scent of running water and fresh cut grass. A mud path winding. Flies dancing in the light, wet hair across my eye. Lean into the sensation. 

By the path, by the thick foliage, by the stream, the world is alive and soft.

 Remember when we slipped into the ocean, breathless.  The sky, the waves, the water, ocean - lapping, pulling, swishing, calming.

 The ebb of life is a swelling and a release, a pushing and a pulling.  We, waves of longing, rush to the shore - only to fall, fall away.  Embossed with a quiet and gentle spirit and a Peace that passes all understanding, our souls do not grow weary because Christ breathes life into us again and again.    


music - tear open your soul

listen: everything stays, right where you left it.

God - watch & listen 

food for thought - what is ruining you?

stay fresh.  stay wild.  happy Thursday!  


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  8. This post has so much feels. Thanks for posting.

  9. I love all the pictures. You have great photography skills.