hark, now hear the sailors cry,
smell the sea, and feel the sky
let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic…
Van Morrisson
Posted in It seems so obvious, Photography, Seeking joy, Sunday reflection, Travel, tagged photography, sailing, sailors, sea, spiritual, travel, Van Morrison on 22/12/2013| 1 Comment »
hark, now hear the sailors cry,
smell the sea, and feel the sky
let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic…
Van Morrisson
Posted in Seeking joy, Sunday reflection, tagged beach, Chesil Beach, Dorset, poetry, reflections, sea on 06/05/2012| 2 Comments »
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
“Sea Fever” by John Masefield