Yemaya, The moon is full and I am overflowing with the myriad things inside me. I drench myself in blues around my waist and feel the weight of beads against my skin. Cool to the touch they ground me in you as the tides get higher. Yemaya, Please see me. Walking toward you sideways through… Continue reading Everything Can Wait
Perhaps there is nothing better than a placewithout changing seasonsWhere one can go and always baskin the warmth of the ray of the sunwith the wind sweeping your hair backas you walk along the vast expanse of the ocean I've never grown tired of endless blue--of water and sky that seamlesslyblend together and stretches beyond time itselfIt's… Continue reading “It’s always our self we find in the sea”
"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea." -e.e. cummings
Odelia Younge 