by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday Walking along the surf is one of my greatest delights. The horizon challenges me to look to the future, to keep dreaming. The steady rhythm of the breakers and the tides speaks to me to keep on, to never give up. The carefree winging of the sea gulls...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life Tuesdays #190507 It was Wednesday morning, and we were doing what we love doing — taking a long beach walk. It was a cool 49 and the beach was nearly empty. A lone fisherman wearing waders was fishing for surfperch. We hadn’t walked far when...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 8.Poetry Friday. Two weeks ago I tripped upon a sea poem by Celia Thaxter, “Seaward To ___”. I connected immediately with her words. {Perhaps because I love “all things sea.”} It was a natural next step for me to search...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life At two in the afternoon we backed out of our driveway and headed to the coast for two relaxing days. This kind of evening I’ve dreamed about the sea before us sand beneath our feet dragons flying in the sky tethered to earth with a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 18. So the evening and the morning were . . . And God saw that it was good. –Gen. 1 twilight diffused-light candle between sun and moon and sun daybreak to sunrise, sunset to nightfall stars hide and return, sun rises and sets slowly...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 15. We arrived late afternoon for our annual end-of-summer beach week. We unpacked. [Funny how two words represent over an hour’s worth of work.] Then we eagerly headed to the path that would take us through waving sea grasses, over a...
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