Where to go to return
to the tranquil, a friend
you used to know so well?
Hours spent creekside
holding rocks, one by one
their colors glow wet with water
slowing your breath with
the simple love for a moment
of just being alive.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Your words are filled with hope Ali. And that’s just what the world needs.
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❤️
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Beautiful
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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Thank you for sharing my words. Have a wonderful day.
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Lovely! ❤
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Thank you. Have a beautiful day.
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You too Ali! ❤
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I love the idea of sitting by the water, just slowly picking up rocks one by one, feeling the surface, noticing the rings or splotches of dampness…so meditative in my mind….
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Lillian, I have always found this to be a calming experience. I have many fond memories of doing this during summer camping trips. Thanks for visiting. I hope my poem brought calm to your day.
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Beautiful, Ali! Everyone needs a place like that!
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Oh I agree. I hope you find some calm in your day. Take care Ann.
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A place worthy of return. (K)
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Agreed. I hope you can find yourself a bit of creekside soon.
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Not too many creeks here in the city, but we have plenty of parkland.
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Maybe you can find a fountain? I find water to be magical. But any green space is a blessing.
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Well we have the Hudson River and the East River…but tranquil they are not. Actually there’s plenty of water, at least fountains, all over the place. And the Botanical Gardens. Even in Central Park or Riverside park there’s solitude to be had.
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Serene and tranquil poem so well written, Ali. Lovely picture too.
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Thank you for the kind words. I hope my words lifted you up today.
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Welcome Ali it sure did 😊👍😊👍
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I adore the essence of your beautiful words, hands holding peace and life in creek-bed of wet rocks ..
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Ivor, we are proof that peace and love can be shared across oceans.
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May the proof of peace and love spread across distant lands xxx
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Always.
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This is peace.
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Colleen, I am smiling at the thought of sending peace to you.
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This is a cyclical post….it keeps giving.
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I have a friend and we used to play the giving game. We would see how we could outgive each other with small tokens of affection like a bowl of soup or a fistfull of flowers. We’re neighbors and it is a lovely memory that your message brought to mind. Yes this just keeps on giving. Thank you.❤️
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This would be a great game to teach others Ali ! How wonderful!!!
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With summer days becoming more scarce, your lovely poem is a sweet reminder to visit our nearby waters more often!
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I wish each of us could have creekside time today to calm our worries. Send a photo when you reach your waterway of choice. Take care.
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I always love to be beside a stream… that is where I think tranquility lives.
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Thanks For letting me know this poem resonated with you. I hope you find peace in your day.
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So glad you posted to the prompt! Most especially like those last three lines! We should al do that at least once per day 😉
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I agree. Creekside meditation through rock appreciation. May you experience some tranquil moments in your day.
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Great tranquility!
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I have spoken to many recently with heavy hearts for the future of the planet. I hope this message of love is encouraging to all.
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