Stood by the pier I sing softly to the sea
I pray to La Siren and the Gatekeepers…
“As I walk along the shore, let me see what I need to see.”
I breathe in deeply of the salty air, the cries of gulls fill my ears and I begin to walk.
Do I look hard, I wonder, or try to just relax and let reality wash through me? Taking my cue from the ocean I choose the latter.
Maybe five steps I have taken before I see, standing in the sand and calling to me, a staff of driftwood. The perfect height for me.
Sometimes what you need will come to you.