Dune grass beckoned by twilight.

This girl loves dune grass. 

 

The soft swaying hush in early evening's light, a chorus of lush green blades beautifully serenading each wavelength of dipping golden sun.  The wind sweeps through in her ritualistic dance, swirling and twirling with each long arched blade as though it were a long lost lover home from sea. Then I laugh to myself as I make up these stories that personify dune grass and wind, and the crescent moon hangs up there just chuckling silently to herself, because she knows my stories are real.  I'm only fooling myself that they are made up.  The surface of this hurtling planet lulls me to sleep soon with her tides and her whispering grasses.  The winds dance over crickets wings and the song of insects bursts into the twilight to rise up and eventually join the stars all sparkly and wild.

I smile big and wide, because I love the lake, love the sweet light of dusk, love my family and all their foibles as they love me, with all of mine.  There is sand on the floor, tracked in on tiny pink toes that kick off flip flops at any given opportunity.  I sweep.  Then I put my hair up knowing I'll enter the bathroom and cleanse away elements of my day that stuck to my skin like a greasy film on a clean window...the sunscreen, the banana daiquiri, the grit of the lake wind, my little girls kisses on my nose...on second thought maybe I'll leave the kisses.

I sit quietly, with the fan whirring away and the crackling fires outside the screen door popping and hissing in their orange glow.  Laughter, shrill and quick echoes out from a neighbour.  It's a laugh that makes you laugh too, contagious and completely funny.  You need not have even heard the joke. :)

I begin once more my personification of things.  The bed.  Oh how she wants me to come to her.  She is waiting, all puffy and soft, cool pillow wishing for the companionship of my cheek.  Be right with you is my mental message to her...just finishing up this little task of remembering.  Journaling the elements.  The minute yet meaningful.  But the dreaming awaits...the constellations are shimmering, the dark and sparkling sky vast and needing exploration. 

Comments

[debi]

This post is true magic. I sit in the drive-thru line at my boyfriend's bank & watch the wind blow the tall grasses planted next to the pavement, listen to the swwhhswhhshhswwssh sound; it is mesmerizing. One of my very favorite things - I am so easy to make happy!

[Caroline]

What a beautiful post...*sigh*. Summer is fading too soon.

[Leslie]

This IS a beautiful post....only a happy person could write something so lovely

[pam aries]

Ahhh...yes...I am feeling the love and ...RICHness.....

[darlene]

so much beauty!

[Paris Parfait]

Lovely photos and writing combination, dearest Gill. Sounds like quite the treat! xoxox

[Maithri]

Such Beautiful words and pictures my friend...

It feels as though you are gently blowing summer to our hemisphere, where the winter wind still chills the air...

Soft love and wild laughter,

M

[Judie]

AWESOME and beautiful, both photos and thoughts. A treasure! xoxoxo

[soeurs du jour]

as you know, i take no convincing that cottage life is the best. beautiful photos. i think there is something special about the summer in ontario. even a rainy one.

[gemma]

Thank you for taking me there.
I needed that.
Unbearably hot in the desert today.

[urbaniche]

stumbld upon your blog recently...and cant stop reading. i so need a break just like the one you described above. beautiful post and a beautiful blog!
very inspiring

[indian yarn]

your pictures are so g-or-ge-ous

[Gillian daSilva]

Your blog features some beautiful photography...I'm a textile junkie. Hope you visit again!

[Tracy]

The lush beauty of these photos is glorious, Gillian...you can feel the sand and the sea spray...*sigh*...Happy Weekend to you all :o)

[robin bird]

i love this post gillian, love the joy, the poetic truth you see. you engage all of my senses in one feel swoop! brilliant!
XO
p.s. i also enjoyed going through your blog list and meeting new creative souls :)

[Suvarna]

Thanks for this delightful and refreshing account of your sand filled day. Beautiful word images and photos.
xoxoxo
S

[christina]

i am with you. holding your hand while laughing and in silence. i love this.
xoxo

[Rochambeau]

You capture brilliantly, the end of summer with your words and photographs Gill, thank you~
Keep have your poetic dreams, both day and night!
Love,
Constance

[graciel @ Evenstar Art]

Lush and sweet and gorgeous. Just like you.

xoxo

[linni]

I would love to know when your book/poetry are being published?
Oh?! It has been published already? Under whose name? :-)

you have write a book!!! please! xx

[linni]

not whose name..teehee...

which name are you using...I know...you have a few!!! xx

[gillian]

You are too kind xo

[Relyn]

I sit. Wishing, just wishing. Looking for words to tell you how perfect this post is. But.

My bed, she is acallin'.

[susanna's sketchbook]

Another good post, Gillian. It felt as though I was standing right there beside you, listening to those crickets sing and the long grass sway. You are having a wonderful August, aren't you? :) And your photographs are lovely, too, especially those of the seagull and all the colours of the sand and waves.

[aliceinparislovesartandtea.blogspot.com]

So gorgeous! Words and pictures. Deep in the heart of winter, come back to this post and it will fill your heart with summer!

[m]

Beautiful pictures!! Autumn is just coming here...