A visit to Treasure Beach in St. Elizabeth, Jamaica got the thoughts flowing about the sea, the beauty of it and the power of it.
What makes observing a field of cows and cooling down in river on a hot day, a good day?
What is this one about? And how about that photo working well with the title. Pairing it with this poem was a breathrough.
How does it seem? From this read, what is discernible, despite lines rife with seeming pessimism?
We generate oceans of thoughts, sufficient to lose ourselves in the vastness of them. But then, out of the blue, we have an idea to string them together.
Where do our journeys take us? As we set out, what is the motivation? How do we choose what to bring and what gets sacrificed in the shuffle?
Time rules. Set the clock. Here is a take on how time marches on, fleetingly so on occasion. And then there is a yearning for what was.
Where? Where else to start or to end up when there is a bit of a triumph or a slight shift in the play, than at the point where it really matters: there.
A glow in the dark, a voice with words of hope, and a scab, formed from a heart bruised. With all these, can a spark still be found this night?
This could easily have been titled, 'What If'?' Still, it is a quick exploration of perspectives and how notions tend to be maintained... as long as.
Are you a hiker? What do you see and hear on your walks? A trek up into the mountains can be a good opportunity for some reflection.
Winter reveals certain features of the landscape and when these catch your attention, can cause you to contemplate, and to write about it.
Have You Read This One? 