the next corner
the next thought
hope
imagined work of art
call to a friend
tentative step
looks back at you
waiting
to be happened upon
you by it
it by you
a bend in the road
a distance
beyond the borizon
a heeded glance
an acknowledged nod
towards that
direction
a thought forgetting
to hold its own hand
because it knows
it is it that is there
if only to break free
to take a peek
at you
before slipping off
beyond
that next island
I began a project that I envisioned as becoming a quite tangible "thing" - if only within the virtual space of the internet - where people would celebrate nature through sharing and where the sharing would become a space in itself.
I reached out to the world, in my own limited naive way, to ask for help. I received help in many ways and was humbled by generosity. It wasn't money so much as insights, ideas, suggestions, comments and just plain encouragement. And I have been given 138 dollars, which I hold as precious, as a responsibility to something I can hardly define but which tends towards a responsibility to make good with the trust that has been placed in me, much like I place trust in myself when I head out onto the water towards that next island.
There are times when I don't get out past that next island; there are times when I don't even reach it. Paddling alone, I have a certain mindset of testing myself, exploring my limits even as I place myself within boundaries of thoughts and understandings, deals I make with myself, hypotheticals, announcements, bottom line decisions and sometimes just plain and simple no.
I know why I do it. I feel comfortable with myself, with my whining and hesitations out on waves that I don't really know if I feel like contending with on that particular day, or hitting winds or currents or cross-currents or fog or some deep-seated sense of unease that I've come to learn I should listen to. And that next island always, always maintains its magic of being there for me in its quiet insistent existence.
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