I am done with dissolution, dilution, lonely days lost in the sea. Set me in the sun– let it burn away the waves, the water in my lungs, the adoration, adulteration, that threaten riptide in my sleep. I’ll leave behind the salt when I go so you can see me on the shores, crystalline, pure, and finally, finally dry.
I know the path I travel too well-- downhill, into the sea. Later I will return, brittle hair in seaweed strands, salt water simmering in my lungs; my heart, aching with riptide, will give a groan as I come slinking up the hill again. I know that I will fall again. My failure is a gully, a running rut in the earth from the times I've stumbled, the clawed crawl back to land. If I do not find higher ground, I fear I'll wear the land away-- and there is nothing for me in the waves.
The sheep of North Ronaldsay in Orkney have been living on the island as far back as the iron age and have evolved to eat a diet of mineral rich seaweed
I love you salt water I love you open ocean I love you seaweed I love you microorganisms I love you sting-Ray shuffle I love you tides I love you shells I love you sea sponges I love you sea squirts I love you crabs I love you natural protected dunes I love you sea turtle nest protection I love you mollusks I love you barnacles I love you I love you I love you
Three crocheted jellyfish I’ve made recently. I made the biggest one on the left first, then I started the middle one, but I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about them for a while.
After taking a little break from this project, I eventually warmed up to them, finally finished the middle one, and made the smallest one on the right. They’re a pretty simple project, and I’m glad I got around to finishing them :) I’ll be attatching some thread to them so I can hang them in from a shelf in my room.