Untethered
A return to self
Smudged ashes of life
enscribed upon a mercurial sky.
Stillness beckoning
in the ocean’s cavernous worth.
Emerging from a husk of inertia,
an invitation to cross the threshold,
to slip through the veil
of the thinnest places
enticing us onwards
into nothingness.
A descent into the abyss
that cradles us
in slate brilliance
where time’s linearity dissolves,
absorbing boundaries
that were never ours to create.
Abandoning rhythms
devoid of nurture
we trace only one path
of love, shedding thoughts
that shackle us to regret
and the turbulence
of cascading what-ifs
diminishing all
that lies beneath.
As the waves breathe
a quiet exhale,
I remember again to untether
unwanted emotion.
And I entrust my soul to
that which I cannot see,
an inescapable love
my deepest failings
cannot sever.
These halting, unfinished words were written this morning after a slow trudge around a deserted Cornish beach. I revisit this sanctuary each year, a liturgy of life, reconnecting my fragmented self after the long Easter season.
We all need havens that call us again to the place of our healing, if only for a while, to shed thoughts that blur the reality of our own magnificence, awakening us from the cultural trance that enslaves us without awareness.



Gorgeous riding Kate, yes we definitely need those places that bring us back to our center and wash our mind from the conditioning. The world will try to pull itself over your eyes and we have to clean our consciousness frequently. You can feel the residence in your words thank you for sharing. ❤️
Wow! This is so beautiful. I just love this part, especially -
As the waves breathe
a quiet exhale,
I remember again to untether
unwanted emotion.
And I entrust my soul to
that which I cannot see,
an inescapable love
my deepest failings
cannot sever.
Thank you, Kate. Hugs, peace, and love to you.