Slow Travel, Slow Talk, Slow Food

Slow Travel, Slow Talk, Slow Food

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Yesterday, I spent the whole morning researching  freighter travel. Here is a lovely and  strangely-translated-into-English description from one site. I offer it as an unedited found poem by anonymous: What is the attraction of the horizontal wideness of freighter travel? What is the allured depth of the seemingly monotonous sea landscape on a Cargo Ship Cruise? The answer is as simple as deep: it is the switch from our fast moving daily routine to the unknown. Far away from mobiles…

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Dolphins on Bday 69

Dolphins on Bday 69

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Today a podmate from Holland sent me photos from the Wildquest journey where I met her in June, and it brought the beautiful experience fully present again. How grateful I am for the dolphin pods we communed with every day and for the human pod that helped me celebrate my 69th. (Click to see photos)  

Grownup at Summer Camp

Grownup at Summer Camp

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Two Sisters Farmstead School in Candler NC, less than 30 minutes from Asheville, is a non-profit outdoor farm-based school with the wonderful goal of connecting students to an increased awareness of the natural world and the interrelations of living communities. During the summer the school runs Camp Farmstead. This week, I got to go to camp! I was in fifth grade last time I went, and the nearly 60 year interval since then seemed to disappear. So what did we…

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Eating a Peach at Fawn Lake

Eating a Peach at Fawn Lake

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The lake in early morning, a wavy plate reflecting an evergreen shoreline. At its edge, I let the juice of a peach make joy in my mouth and drip from my fingers into the body of water. Then I enter, my own body feeling her silk as I quietly glide to the middle. I float forever under azure sky in the lake’s sparkling arms. I emerge a different person into birdsong, duck calls, and the whirr of a zebra dragonfly…

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Teachers of Play

Teachers of Play

Never before have I breathed in a human pod of happiness. My mind gets out of the way. I learn to be a conscious breather, to expel old air, fill more lung, all of my energy on hand. I cry out to the sea and learn that staying in the moment can’t mean holding onto my breath— Instead I must trust the in and the out to bring me over and over, to the present point of power. I cry…

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The Doula Dolphin’s Gift

The Doula Dolphin’s Gift

(with thanks for Tara’s Massage) Over the table I lay upon, I felt the dolphin leap, energy sparkling in her wake. Down under the table, as if it were water, and up again in an arc, she encircled me in perfect protection, opened me to joy. Now my roots are strong and luminous, now my shy side laughs. My purpose new, I choose to emanate the dolphin values of love and play and pod, to radiate the dolphin way that…

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Galloping on the Sea

Galloping on the Sea

Bestride a bow of the catamaran, I ride the swells and troughs of the sea. My legs dangle over the startling turquoise that lifts and drops me, lifts and drops and lifts the boat over and over, the afternoon long. In the catamaran saddle, all of me loose, all of me trusting, letting the waves have their way— my body sways, riding, riding the galloping sea. ©Susa Silvermarie 2016