Magnetic Morning


This morning’s walk on the beach was graced with the largest eagle I have ever met – enormous back and shoulders, and he wasn’t even in flight. He perched like a Lord on driftwood throne and watched my dog with an expression that said, I am one bad-ass eagle, baby, so don’t come near me or you’re toast. She respected his boundaries and went the other way. I took his photo, but my camera zoom doesn’t do justice to subjects further than 20’ and nothing, aside from the visual experience, could do justice to that eagle. He became ingrained in my brain with the demeanor of a white-wigged barrister, not Rumpole of the Old Bailey – but someone far more pristine and noble, yet not unlike Rompole’s keen wit and knowledge of law and nature.

The view of the Olympics contains a new magnetic property, one that affects my eyes. Usually my eyes roam the skyscraping India ink ridges, and they trace peaks, while imagining valleys and other-worlds within, and between imaginings they keep watch on the ocean and its currents.  This morning they measured the coast and were drawn 5 miles inland where blanketing trees, one horse, two dogs, some cats and a very intriguing human being were sensed.  When I looked away, the long line of sea foam that delineates a changing tide had appeared – I missed its birth in my moments of distraction.

In penance I stood witness to the afterbirth and the frothy line changed shape – reminding me of a hospital room where the electronic heart-beat instrument displays the rise and fall of action potential reached: a spark, a peak, a dip and decreasing bounces with steadying aftermath only to reach its potential again.  A mirror image of the mountains and the feelings in my heart and body.

So often I arrive at the shore just at the point of tidal change and I wonder, does my body know? Does it hear the ocean stretching, pulling, relaxing, constricting and the silence of the pause between ocean’s breaths? Because in that silence, in that miniscule pause, my soul feels where the knowing exists. And I am so attracted to the knowing.

Image courtesy of Martha, Amazing Poet and Photographer: http://lilliesavage.com

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11 responses to “Magnetic Morning

  1. This is prose that could easily be called poetry. And, as a resident of the Olympic Peninsula, I think you have chosen the perfect photo to accompany your beautiful words.

  2. I agree with granny – your words were poetry……There is nothing like the ocean to give us whatever we need……

  3. You make me yearn for a day at the beach…

    • Yearn sounds like You + earn. I think that feeling is telling you that you have earned a day at the beach. Listen to your soul – this may be your last day. Go to the beach and celebrate. You earned it.

  4. How evocative your words were. Often stunned by a view we are speechless and words such as yours are a delight to read.

    • Thanks Robin for your kind words. Glad you enjoyed the view. I visited your blog and found it most intriguing. Will go back to read more. And I don’t know why you can’t be the villian from time to time. It might be a really fun exercise!

  5. beautfully written- I loved reading this! Gorgeous picture as well- thank you!

  6. “I am so attracted to the knowing”…that’s you alright:-) Lovely post. My apologies for not having come this way for a long time. I’ve missed a lot , I see.

    • No apology needed, Nadira – I’m just so delighted to see your face and read your words again! I think we are both engaged with life – and so the lapses of time between our minds meeting is nothing to worry about. We share the joy and wonder, crossing time and distance. Sisters of spirit need no apologies. Thank you for visiting. I’m sending you a big hug. (( ))

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