By Elisabeth Nickles
Whatever ambitions we have, as humans, they will all succumb to the greater rhythm of time. We are not giants, nor can we steer the wind and rain in the direction we want. As much as we desire to be immortal, it can never be so… unless to accept that we are faithful and eternal partners to all that gives us sustenance.
Whatever ambitions we have, as humans, they will all succumb to the greater rhythm of time. We are not giants, nor can we steer the wind and rain in the direction we want. As much as we desire to be immortal, it can never be so… unless to accept that we are faithful and eternal partners to all that gives us sustenance.
We are bound, as much as we forget, to the millions of years
in our evolutionary making. Our lives on this earth intimately tied to the
animals and plants that we eat, the air we breathe,
the ground we stand upon and the sky full of stars that envelop us at night. We
are just one element, a manifestation of life turning upon life, over time,
kindred to all of the other forms that developed before and along with us.
The countless forms of beauty that take shape around us
exist in us as well. These are the true intimates, the familiars of life. They can
leave you breathless with their magnitude and beauty; struck down with sorrow at
their passing. As with all things, every thing must come to an end. With so much passing, comes many births
and beginnings.
Life finds a way to take form in every speck of space. In infinite,
confounding figures of design. In each moment, life is lost and life is gained, like the tides and the coming and going of the cycles of the moon.
Marine Eelgrass
Northern Moon Snail
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Horseshoe Crabs Mating |
Grey Seal Femur
Grey Seal
Common Tern Nest and Eggs
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