"Gather yourself by the sea shore and I will love you there. Assemble yourself with wild things, with songs of the sparrow and seafoam. Let mad beauty collect itself in your eyes and it will shine, Calling me." ~Jewel
The Virgin Mary appeared to Saint Bridget and said to her this:
"I, who speak to you, am the Queen of heaven. I am, as it were, a gardener of this world. For when a gardener sees the rise of a strong wind harmful to the little plants and the trees of his garden, at once he runs to them quickly and binds them fast with sturdy stakes as well as he can. And thus he comes to their aid, in various ways according to his ability, lest they be broken by the rushing wind or wretchedly uprooted."
"Let there be a place somewhere in which you can breathe naturally, quietly. A place where your mind can be idle, and forget its concerns, descend into silence, and worship in secret." ~Thomas Merton
"When the full fields begin to smell of sunrise
and the valleys sing in their sleep,
The pilgrim moon pours over the solemn darkness
her waterfalls of silence,
And then departs up the long avenue of trees."
Long white curtains flow from our windows. They are linen and tattered at the bottom. Giving a weathered coastal calm to the rooms. The oak cabinets throughout our home are being painted grey, like the marine layer that often covers our valley.
The land around us lies dry in the Summer heat, and our garden struggles to thrive, but I wait for the water falls. I believe water is coming, water like a flood, to relieve us from the drought. Until then we find shelter in our seawashed sanctuary with waterfalls of white surrounding.