Gazing Inland

water gaze for paddling writing © heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved

last evening as I drove over the thames river at dusk, gazing inland, all of the present day expressions of un-sacred geometry evaporated; all the familiar landmarks disappeared... including the mammoth steel structure beneath me...

I know this feeling; it has happened to me since I was a child, every time I cross over this liquid jewel of a river and cast my eyes up-river…

in these milliseconds, I float…suspended in time and space…

I hear drums. I feel a peace, and fullness; room to fully exhale. I see the natives of this fertile land and water gracefully carve through the river in their canoes, their backs to the salty expanse of the long island sound…

the natural curves of the earthen riverbanks meet the water with a preternatural embrace; like a deep, resounding hum… the water welcomes each dip of their paddles, like a holy invitation… there is an unspoken reverence that permeates all…

I drink in this experiential offering, it feels like stepping inside an ancient prayer… there is a sacred silence that has a sound that fills my whole being; the sound of...

Balance. 

I no longer hear the earth weeping.

tears… (my own)

and then I am present here again, remembering myself canoeing on a different river with my then-young son, singing these words that swept our hearts through this very same portal...

my paddle clear and bright,
flashing with silver

follow the pale moonlight,
dip, dip and swing…

dip, dip and swing…

may we each rise up in our own way, 
raising our voice for her;

that she may once again have no reason to weep…

honoring the protectors
rock solid. standing with standing rock.
9 10 2016  Heather Rhodes
paddling song: margaret embers mcgee 1918
image: water gazing © heather rhodes at studio petronella
model: jane