Gannets are enormous and sleek creamy-white seabirds, with black wingtips, yellow heads and necks, and startlingly outlined eyes. They nest on the rocky cliffs of the European and North American coasts of the North Atlantic and, once grown, spend their days sailing across the ocean. The acrobatics by which they make their living ~ steep climbs into the air and speedy plunges straight into the sea ~ are rivaled only by those of pelicans.
What better metaphor for a sweeping search of one's life choices and opportunities than a gannet extended above the waves, a regal and yet restless surveyor of the vast ocean surface? The gannet reminds us that life is an adventure in both beauty and profound unease, and that the sea itself is limitless in its textures and possibilities.
I just started reading your journal because of a caring, insightful comment you left for Jonathon at Ruth Store. Here's a poem for you on this hectic day:
I heard a bird sing In the dark of December. A magical thing, And sweet to remember.
4 comments:
That is some holiday window! Hope the stress lessens dramatically after the holidays.
I hope you have some time to sit back and relax soon. Sounds like you need it desparately.
I just started reading your journal because of a caring, insightful comment you left for Jonathon at Ruth Store.
Here's a poem for you on this hectic day:
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing,
And sweet to remember.
Wow! When I seen that picture I thought it was my sister-in-law! ROTFLMAO.
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Merry Christmas!
Gabreael
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