down by the sea:)

running through the sand, making you run faster and harder.

feeling the waves on your feet pulling you towards the mysterious waters.

finding the shells with a unique design for someone.

getting trapped in the seaweed which always seems to find you.

seeing the lonely fish that can't seem to find home.

noticing you.

racing through the sand which tries to keep me from you.

fighting the waves so I it can pull me away.

collecting the shells as a gift of my admiration of your beauty.

battling the seaweed so i can hold your hand.

seeing the lonely fish spotting his love, as i have.

noticing you.

walking through the sand which keeps our foot prints.

dancing in the waves as they surround us with wonder.

saving the seashells for the next lovers.

keeping the seaweed as a reminder of everyone else.

seeing the fish swimming with his wife.

noticing us. 

down by the sea

where i notice you, noticing me, noticing us. 

lovingly,

caity

The little girl who asked God who she was supposed to be, was me. I am still that little girl. I am the little girl who sits on the lawn on a cloudy day asking God to guide her on her way. My little fragile hands didn't seem like they could give service to those around me. My little feet could not seem to be steady enough to lead on a path for others to follow. My mind could not comprehend the advice that would spread across my lips to help a fallen friend. It was all just a dream. In the softened trees swaying to the wind, I heard his answer. He knew I could do all these things and it wasn't just a dream. His smile showed through the showing of sunlight through the clouds. I still become that little girl who prays and dreams. God however, silently lets me know the answers in the graceful rainfall or the whispering of the wind.

Cordially yours, 

Caity

light at the end

     Closing my eyes.... I can still feel the turn of the mountain, see the fresh powder surrounding me, hear the edges of my skies grinding into the frozen snow, feel the strength of my knee! but then my eyes open. Its all gone, my feet on planted on hard cold ground, snows not enclosing on me, I can't hear the calming sounds of melted slicing through frozen snow, my knee is week and the acl is torn. I'm cut from the world of skiing. There's a big hole in me, nothing can sew the gaping hole together. Then I remember its not the end of the world! My knee will heal. There's a light to the end of this tunel. I will get out and be a stronger person and better skier! Nothing can hold me back.  

Naturally,                                                                                                                                                       Ken