Waves of turmoil advance menacingly towards us. We brace ourselves against another challenge to our existence with resilience and determination. Stay calm in my presence, and be assured that the dark clouds of uncertainty will soon pass. You are safe. You are in the arms of the protector.
Back to the Artwork pageWaves of turmoil advance menacingly towards us. We brace ourselves against another challenge to our existence with resilience and determination. Stay calm in my presence, and be assured that the dark clouds of uncertainty will soon pass. You are safe. You are in the arms of the protector.
I sit at the edge of day. It is the beginning of night. The sun exchanges places with the moon, and there is great stillness in the air. The night is full of magic, but all that is heard is the echo of the loon’s call. Blue Mystique envelopes those who will listen to the silence. The silence that is you.
Early snow brings pause to all who ply these waters. The call of geese overhead reminds me of the passing season, and the gentle approach of the next. Memories return to summer morns, and carefree paddles on mist shrouded lakes. Without the return of melting warmth, we are only left awaiting spring.
Breaking waves caress the inhabitants of distant shores in hypnotic rhythms. Pebbles glisten and turn, becoming one with the smooth and rippled sand beneath them. A lone Pine clings to all that supports it, and life continues on Huron’s shores.
Crafted from the forest, its gunnels and keel gleam with an artist’s touch. Flashes of light across a mist soaked lake supply proof of its presence, as it glides and sways in a rhythmic dance. Markings on a polished underbelly honour the rocky Algonquin and Temagami isles where sanctuary was sought for moments of reflection and sustenance, or protection from leeward winds. As stars appear and night draws near, I wait in anticipation for the coming dawn when once again I can share quiet moments alone with my cedar strip.
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