Undertow.

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Photo by @archaeologystudent.

…Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy,

and all the tricks my body knows –

the opposable thumbs, the kneecaps, and the mind clicking and clicking-

don’t seem enough to carry me through this world

and I think: how I would like

to have wings –

blue ones –

ribbons of flame.

How I would like to open them, and rise

from the black rain water.

Excerpt from Mary Oliver’s poem ‘Spring Azures’.

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Art Print by Jessie M. King.

And here’s a beautiful song for anyone else out there struggling against the undertow.

 

Jessie M. King’s Prints can be found here.

More wonderful Bear’s Den music can be found here.

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