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Safe harbour and solace


The pause button is pressed. Stillness rolls over me. I stand by the quayside, senses alert. Bell-like chime of ropes against masts. Swoosh of tide as it sucks against the gravel. The waters of river and sea mingle before me. Raucous cries of the gulls, begging for food. The dredger is quiet, no longer gulping its way along the riverbed. A small outboard putters by, a man in bright yellow at the helm. Above, the clouds darken. Storm-light paints the colours bright. The rising breeze brings salt spray to my lips, and pink to my cheeks. Boatmen call out to each other, and the pause is broken. Life plays on. The solace lingers, a balm to my soul


Author: iggandfriends

Taking time out to ponder life and everything else. This is the space where I press the pause button on my busy life to reconnect with God, to re-energize, and focus on my creativity. Time out to blow bubbles, walk on the beach, write some stuff, do some needlework, and generally enjoy life once again. You can view my main blog at www.iggandfriends.wordpress.com. I also have another blog at www,faithinthehome.wordpress.com, and a arty/crafty one at http://52weeksofcreations.wordpress.com/. I hope you enjoy visiting :)

6 thoughts on “Safe harbour and solace

  1. Love the picture, so atmospheric. Oh how I need a pause button on my life…

  2. I like the metaphor of the pause button. Hope your year of pondering is everything it needs to be.

  3. Fine little cameo, well described and sensitively worded.

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