Somewhere The Journey Begins
"Somewhere a journey begins at the end of the worldly existence we know. Somewhere a path stretches over the stars, and rivers of memories flow. Somewhere a silence is heard far away and the brightness of day fills the night, where the trials of life are resolved into peace when a soul finds its way to the light." - Author Unknown
The week ended at a funeral for the husband of a friend. Even after 58 years of marriage, he was her champion; she was his prize. He was a Mariner in the early days. She read from My Captain by Walt Whitman with the passion of Shakespeare's Juliet. Her grieving voice pieced together the words amid the broken brilliance of stained glass at the church. Her bare emotions left a mark on everyone there.
Earlier in the week, a mark of a different sort was left beside the sea.
Long ago Inukshuk were directional markers but now they are creative expressions along rock-filled beaches. Each stack of stones has a persona uniquely its own.
The structured boulders are art but also a means of wordless communication human-to-human. In some cases, they simply signify the hopefulness of a friendly gesture.
There were dozens of these statues lining the Crescent Beach shore when I captured only a few with my camera. People and pets took notice at the edge of the sea.
They looked like stone people (below) enjoying the view. But even they could be pushed to the sand and swept away in the tidal sea to fade into memory.
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Such a moving post. So sorry to hear about your friend's husband.
ReplyDeleteHello, So sorry for the loss of your friend. Lovely views of the coastline and water. Love the cute dog. Happy Monday, enjoy your day! Wishing you a great new week ahead!
ReplyDeleteThe loss of a friend is always difficult to bear.
ReplyDeleteHow did this get started? It's so popular now. I love looking at them and thinking about who made them.
ReplyDeleteThe touching tribute by the wife of your friend would have had me in tears. I'm sad for her loss and for all of you who knew and loved him. Beautiful words at the beginning of your post too. Your photos are always very soothing.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about the passing of your friends husband
ReplyDeleteLove the word Inukshuk You see them here everywhere as well We have build some along the way when on holiday Love them Nice photos and words
I am so sorry for your friend’s loss. She was so brave to share what were obviously deeply felt words. ... I have read Whitman’s poem, but it has been so many years...I plan to look it up now. ....
ReplyDeleteStacked stones are fun. We have somebody here in Tulsa who every once in a while wades out into the Arkansas River and makes some really exquisite stacks. Of course the kids love to knock them down soon after he or she leaves.
ReplyDeleteIt is quite obvious that your friend and her husband had the kind of relationship that we would all wish for. Sadly, few of us get to a place like that.
ReplyDeleteIn the last photo, the piled-up rocks look like stone “Jizo” statues sitting peacefully to look at the sea. Wish the husband of your friend rest in peace. Hope she'll face the world positive again so that she can tell her husband that the rest of her life was a happy one when she sees her husband again.
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