I came from the sea
from the arms of the waves
and the kiss of salt on my skin
I am the calm shade of green
before a terrible storm
The tempestuous wind
that laps at your cheeks
I am the cry of the lonesome gull
ringing in your ears
and the smell of the sea
on your freckled skin.
You are the quiet hand
that touches me so gently
You are the storm
I am lost in.
“Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”
– Khalil Gibran
“Love is like a match to a wick. It takes that right combination to strike a flame. But once the flame is there, it can either give warmth, die out or burn your world to ashes. Even kill you. It’s how you sustain the flame, feed it, and moderate the amount of energy in balance.”
– Anthony Liccione
Lessons for our Daughter
You are worthy.
Helping you prepare for the father/daughter dance was a precious gift for me.
It’s not your fancy dress and shoes I’ll remember years from now. It’s carrying an armload of dresses into the fitting room together. It’s seeing you decide what makes you feel good. It’s watching you twirl in each dress and laughing ourselves silly over nothing at all.
You sit patiently as my fingers work braids into your hair, and with each one I’m weaving my love into your heart.
You take my breath away when you’re zipped into your dress, and wearing your grandmother’s earrings is my undoing. I explain they are happy tears but you fold me into your arms anyway, accepting my love and giving yours in return.
We see you, inside and out, and are dazzled by your beauty. Everyone you love should be willing to recognize your true self and celebrate you for all you are.
You should see yourself for who you truly are. Recognize your gifts and live into your potential. You bring your own light into this world.
The look on your face when your dad pulls up is priceless. Remember this. Anyone you give your heart to should make you feel as if you’re about to begin a new adventure together.
Someone who cares about you will show respect. Walking you to the car, opening your door, looking for ways to make your day better – the little things can be the most telling.
Life will never be perfect. Those you love should bring you joy and help share your sorrows. You may squabble, but you should also be able to work through it. In the grand scheme of things, the scales should always tip enough that you are happy to see one another at the end of the day.
Stand tall, sweet girl. You are loved truly and deeply.
And know that you are worthy.
"In the end we won't remember the most beautiful face and body. We'll remember the most beautiful heart and soul." - unknown
The roosters roam free near Spouting Horn, ignoring tourists who come to gawk and take endless pictures of the ocean. They peck the ground patiently, intent on lunch, oblivious to children's feet thundering past with cries of "Careful!" in the air. Women open their stalls nearby, setting up wares while reckless visitors lean too far over the fence, craning their necks to catch a single glimpse of water flying fifty feet high. They come to see spectacular beauty but rush right past the gorgeous creatures at their feet. - ljh 2/1/17