Recorded in my journal today:
Monday, May 19th, 2014
Josh and I have been walking the beach evenings, after dark, when it's quiet, few on the beach, and 'tis simply a lovely time to walk and to be alone.
He looks so forward to it. He's a hard case tho, so bull headed -- he reminds me more of a horse than a dog.
Anyway, we walked south, down to Chase's last nite, at least a couple miles I'd think...and it was dark by the time we turned to head back, quite dark. There ahead of us, I saw a dark willowy figure that looked to be twirling, and as we got closer, I realized it was the silhouette of a slender woman in a long flowing skirt, her dark hair piled on top of her head, and she was dancing in the surf. The sight looked mystical, and beautiful, and actually seemed quite surreal. Reminded me of the man walking the beach after a full moon ceremony with 'the sisters' at Sanibel some years back...saw him actually evaporate before my eyes, saw the ultra blue neon aura outline him as he transformed to black, and then was simply gone...yep, that's what she reminded me of, only she didn't disappear. She simply twirled and twirled and twirled in a spiral, her long slim arms elegantly outstretched over her head, her gaze focused on the starlit heavens, as her fluid movement flowed easily with the sea breeze.... So into her moment she was, she did not stop, nor slow down, nor acknowledge our presence, as we passed by her. She did not seem to know we were there to not only witness, but experience, her moment, too.
Ummm-hmmm, not able to see 5 ft in front of me in the darkened lateness of the night; the moon not yet having risen above the horizon to give any light – but there was no mistaking it. I clearly saw her. I saw the dark silhouhetted vision of a lovely feminine beauty, spiraling, twirling, as she danced her dance into the wind, framed against the darkest of the blue, and the white capped waves crashed to the shore. Caught in the emotion of her movement, it seemed a special moment for both of us.
If Josh saw her, he made not a sound, nor did he show it.....
Was she really there? Dunno.
Ah yes, but 'twas another special moment worthy of recording.
So very, very interesting.
[artwork by arianne lallone]
Monday, May 19th, 2014
Josh and I have been walking the beach evenings, after dark, when it's quiet, few on the beach, and 'tis simply a lovely time to walk and to be alone.
He looks so forward to it. He's a hard case tho, so bull headed -- he reminds me more of a horse than a dog.
Anyway, we walked south, down to Chase's last nite, at least a couple miles I'd think...and it was dark by the time we turned to head back, quite dark. There ahead of us, I saw a dark willowy figure that looked to be twirling, and as we got closer, I realized it was the silhouette of a slender woman in a long flowing skirt, her dark hair piled on top of her head, and she was dancing in the surf. The sight looked mystical, and beautiful, and actually seemed quite surreal. Reminded me of the man walking the beach after a full moon ceremony with 'the sisters' at Sanibel some years back...saw him actually evaporate before my eyes, saw the ultra blue neon aura outline him as he transformed to black, and then was simply gone...yep, that's what she reminded me of, only she didn't disappear. She simply twirled and twirled and twirled in a spiral, her long slim arms elegantly outstretched over her head, her gaze focused on the starlit heavens, as her fluid movement flowed easily with the sea breeze.... So into her moment she was, she did not stop, nor slow down, nor acknowledge our presence, as we passed by her. She did not seem to know we were there to not only witness, but experience, her moment, too.
Ummm-hmmm, not able to see 5 ft in front of me in the darkened lateness of the night; the moon not yet having risen above the horizon to give any light – but there was no mistaking it. I clearly saw her. I saw the dark silhouhetted vision of a lovely feminine beauty, spiraling, twirling, as she danced her dance into the wind, framed against the darkest of the blue, and the white capped waves crashed to the shore. Caught in the emotion of her movement, it seemed a special moment for both of us.
If Josh saw her, he made not a sound, nor did he show it.....
Was she really there? Dunno.
Ah yes, but 'twas another special moment worthy of recording.
So very, very interesting.
[artwork by arianne lallone]
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