Pismo

Pelican in flight.  Strong, steady, powerful wings.  

Ocean.   Silver blue, capped white, mirror of clouds and sky.

Gulls.  Melody in their call, the song of the sea. 

Waves of the cove.  Rolling softly inward, outward. 

Light of late afternoon.  Soft yellow, ever changing.

Air.  Mellowed. Midday harshness gone. 

Breeze.  Gentle whispers, brushing lightly.   

This is my place.  

Home.

Awe.

My breathing slows, matching the tempo of the pelican's stroke -   

    so different than the blackbird with its rapid flapping.  

My spirit attunes to the song of the gulls.  

   Music for my core.   

The warmth, the stillness of the afternoon, enfolds me.   

    Something deep within unfurls.  

Quiet.

I welcome the light of dusk. 
The sun lowers, each moment the landscape lit anew. 

My soul captivated, delighted, then calmed. 

In the waning light, I pray for peace.

Release.

The sun settles, preparing for night.   

Calm.  

Presence.  

Power.  

His Spirit, which dwells within, expands my inner being.    

Strength.  Resolve.
Breath of God.  In. Out.
Love.

Rest.  

a.quiet.harmony.

The first blog post - a challenge for sure, knowing where to start.  There are feelings, thoughts, ideas stirring within and I am unsure how it will look or feel to bring them into the light.  Maybe, just maybe, this process is intimidating. So having said that, perhaps a good place to start is to talk a bit about my title.  Hopefully it captures a bit of who I am and what I love.   As someone dear to me says - it’s how I “roll”….

Quiet. No one I know would describe me as loud - at least not often.  While I have a friend who would like nothing better than to see me dancing on a table somewhere, some time, that’s not going to happen any time soon.  Or ever.   

But Growing my Voice - that is something that I have been challenged to do this year.  This charge concerns a certain arena of my life, but I think it will be good for thoughts and feelings that reside deep within me to surface, to share a bit of my heart and my soul.     

Gradually, gently, with resolution, part of me will become less quiet and even start to sing.  

Harmony.  One of the joys of my life.   Sitting in the middle of a chord, overtones making the sound more than the sum of its parts - a little slice of the Divine to me.  At my core I am an alto, cherishing joining others in song.  

Quiet Harmony happens when I am in community.  I treasure deep and abiding friendships.  Rich conversations, where we can get a little quiet, a lot deep, and where our souls’ meeting makes music that glorifies our Maker.  

Growing.

Singing.

Harmonizing.

Loving in community.

Touching souls through words and encouragement.  

My idea of a good time.