Wander your kayak around mangrove islets. Watch for crabs skittering along prop roots. Surprise a burst of night herons. Be ignored by an eagle. Push against a rising afternoon wind to reach home.
And in the middle of the post-kayak eating of shrimp and crab (caught in the same Gulf waters you just left) you will know what is important and how to begin.
"My fingers press into clay. I balance at the edge of my mind. The excitement rises and wants to spill into bright colors and glare. It whispers out of my bones and demands that I continue. It says that I will not fail, that I know enough, everything."





This took my breathe away. You are a genius writer of visions.
Posted by: Madeline | June 16, 2009 at 12:21 AM
Thank you, Madeline.
Posted by: Sandra Gail Lambert | June 16, 2009 at 06:34 AM
BINGO!
Posted by: Renee | June 18, 2009 at 11:18 PM