Aug 13, 2020
I was in my happy place yesterday all day 🥰☀️🌊
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I was in my happy place yesterday all day 🥰☀️🌊
Soak Up the Sun – Beach Vibes All the Way Bring the laid-back spirit of the shoreline wherever you go with this vibrant beach vacation desi
Soak Up the Sun – Beach Vibes All the Way Bring the laid-back spirit of the shoreline wherever you go with this vibrant beach vacation desi
Good Harbor (sestina)
The smell of vodka and sea salt permeate the warm air.
Cold sand beneath our bare feet guides us to the rolling waves,
And our naked bodies crash into the opaque water
Like mermaids vanishing from the spotlight of the full moon.
The shrewd house on the rocky shore watches us in silence
As youth and fearlessness break through the surface of darkness.
We had the courage to briefly overcome the darkness,
Yet we could still smell our fear lingering in the night air.
Light illuminates the Victorian and her silence.
The centuries old glow from her windows as wise as waves
And as mystifying as the origin of the Moon;
Her brilliance shimmering like fire on the sparkling water.
We try to rock our restlessness to sleep in the water
And hide our insecurities in the ocean’s darkness;
Still our bodies glisten under the blushing of the Moon.
Secrets evaporate like foam swishing the sand and air.
Unspoken words are lost in the translation of the waves;
Their bounded beats buoyed out to sea in suspended silence.
Our spirits slowly float away into the sweet silence.
The cool water is our womb; Our womb is the cool water.
Mysteries of the universe sing to us from the waves;
All of Earth’s secrets revealed from beyond the pale darkness.
We try to decipher them as we breathe in the salt air
But the meanings escape us as we exhale at the Moon.
We dry our bodies on the sand to the light of the Moon
As I feel our pulses resonating through our silence.
When we kiss, I taste the salty smell of the ocean air.
My senses swirl around with the rolling of the water.
Scurrying flashlights further down the beach pierce the darkness
As silhouettes search for turtles emerging from the waves.
The Twin Lights twinkle red and yellow from beyond the waves;
Their colors like fireworks in the reflection of the Moon
Letting us know that something is out there in the darkness.
Her window glow gone, the Victorian sleeps in silence,
As we leave the sanctuary of the rhythmic water.
And know we have been baptized by the whispers in the air.
The fog rolls onto the shore with a bewitching silence,
Along with puffs of clouds that partially sheath the full moon.
Leaving the beach, the spirits of the sea dance in the air.
© Copyright 2020 By Briar Moon
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The thing about young children is sometimes, as much as we love them and they are wonderful little learning sponges, cuddly, happy, and carefree; there are those moments in parenting where you’d like to lock them in a closet. Or just have a gallon of wine readily at hand. This is normal. This is real life. I love this family because at the root of all the good and bad, there are these two small little hearts that are actually really big.
When photographing children, you have to break down some walls quickly to make friends so they will play with you, or at least accept you a little bit. Sometimes that playfulness gets a little out of control. This day, like so many others, somebody pushed things a little too far and I got hit in the head with a rock. Not a particularly small rock, either. For me, not a big deal, it happens all the time on jobs. For moms and dads . . . usually a mortifying, I-want-to-crawl-under-that-rock-and-hide, moment.
But what makes it all okay, like really okay, is what happens after. We all make mistakes and that is part of what being a kid is about; learning from our mistakes. So after the tears passed (his, not mine, as I did my best to not freak the kid out any further – – a.k.a. adulting), the good part showed. That little voice, all sheepish and remorseful, says, “I didn’t mean for that to hit you, will you still be my friend?” “Yes, buddy, of course, but you can’t do that anymore.” “Ok, good, I won’t. I promise.”
Really, how could I be mad as that little blue-eyed mug?!? Oh, and the “I want to give my sister this flower, just right, like this, oh, let’s do it again,” part of the afternoon was rather priceless, too.
The Pruis’ | Family | July 3, 2017 The thing about young children is sometimes, as much as we love them and they are wonderful little learning sponges, cuddly, happy, and carefree; there are those moments in parenting where you'd like to lock them in a closet.
Beach trail. Good Harbor.
