Faith and Irene: Spirits of Kindred

                               Kindred spirits came to Campbell River. Draped in new shawls.
                      "Every one of us is precious in the cosmic perspective...." (Carl Sagan)

                               And what to do with spirits of kindred likeness.
                           You whirl about  to ocean places of Tyee Spit,  where the grass is dry.
                                     Wildflowers bloom and large trees droop in the heat.

                                    You take selfies often. Especially if  wind whooshes overhead.

                              Read signposts in the heat. Hear the crickets. Hear the dry stalks rustle.

                                And dry grass crackle and pop under shoes, scuffing the toes ,                                                                                            marvelling at blue ocean.

                              Watch a small dog run with abandon to one of his favourite people

                                            Listen to the honk of  geese at the estuary.

                              And root on a golden retreiver . Who returns with his ball. Triumphant.

                          The kindred spirits beam. "In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another."
                                                              ( Carl Sagan)

           You may try to row a boat backwards. Finding that it does not move.

                                          Hoping the float plane will miss you all together.

                                     Listening to the tug chug of a tug going through the passage.

                                         Then you reach the Pier just before.  Before the end of day.

                                               The sun. Goes down.

                                           Walk long. Along the boards.Smell of the sea.

                                            Hear the clunk of fishing lures. Falling into water.

            In time for a few more selfies.                                       And shadows.

                                "Ah how good it feels! The hand of an old friend." ( Longfellow)

                                             Time to whirl away to another  place.

                             At Willowpoint, where the ocean is bluer and coast mountains bluer than blue.

                                Time to walk in the sun. Faith and Irene. Feel the heat under your soles.
                                               Hoping shoes will not melt . Time to talk and be.

                             Wondering what it would be like to say THIS was your summer home.
                                  Watching cleaners wash the windows. Eagerly wanting to peer inside.

                                   "The world is so wide, and each of us so small,
                                         and bound by friendship we are Giants!" (Pam Brown)

                                   Well, wrapped in yarn we can pretend. We are Yarn Giants.
                                                            We are spirits of kindred.

             Time for one last selfie. Oh , hurray for these selfie sticks. Morgan and Dale hold still.
                                               Everyone say "cheese".....
                                             

              

                                            "Joy is not in things: it is in us." (Richard Wagner)
                                          Well, it's definitely in us. And great JOY they bring.