Finding rest

Awake, the moment right before
the sun
begins its process
of heating up the hollow of our tent
making it unbearable to remain,
We truly rest
and listen to the waves
remembering how yesterday we rode the surf,
how playfully the sun
dressed your hair in gold,

I sense the salt again,
the scent of skies,
the cry of gulls,
This is the moment that I know
that leisure is for us
this ache of muscles
the paddle-blisters in our hands,

and soon we will be ready once again
to face our metered spreadsheet life.


For Brian at dVerse I write about a moment of true rest that I hope to find again somewhere off the grid.

June 14, 2020


27 responses to “Finding rest

  1. This is gorgeously worded, Bjorn! 😀 I can truly feel the long awaited moment of rest in this one. Especially love; “I sense the salt again,
    the scent of skies, the cry of gulls, This is the moment that I know that leisure is for us.” Yes. 💝

  2. How I would love to listen to the waves.

    If only I can go away from my metered spreadsheet life too. Enjoy your days of leisure despite the aches and pains. Take care Bjorn.

  3. Beautiful! The metered spreadsheet… sigh. It’s so blissful to escape it.

  4. PS I recently felt called to reopen my old blog that I started in 2007! It was in private mode for many moons. Sometimes I used to post stuff there for myself to see — like a private journal. So interesting to read what I was thinking back then and look at the old comments. I miss those folks!!

  5. It all sounded a very romantic escape from the metered spreadsheet of life … until the aching muscles and paddle blisters! Hopefully the sunshine and salt air will be more memorable!

  6. It all sounded a very romantic escape from the metered spreadsheet of life … until the aching muscles and paddle blisters! Hopefully the sunshine and salt air will be more memorable!

  7. Such an intimate look at a life shared with a soulmate. Favorite lines:
    “how playfully the sun
    dressed your hair in gold”

  8. No. I dont think I want to go back. Ha.
    We went to the city instead of the waves this year. Way too many people on the beaches around here, and most of them are Covid hotspots.

    Did escape to a cabin earlier in the summer, to listen to the sounds of the trees and the forest. Not that is my truly relaxing place.

    Have a great trip brother.

  9. Visiting the ocean, or being deep in the pungent forest, in a high mountain meadow, that’s when I’m in my element. I’ve always been a forest trekker. My wife prefers the seaside, and I do dig those negative ions.

  10. This is so full of gorgeous imagery. Each line is immersed in it greatly. This is as well stunning and mesmerizing. Absolutely moving and vivid.

  11. Breathe. The moments last longer that way, even after they’ve passed. Breathe. Remember. Re-Live.
    Excellent Work.

  12. Finding somewhere off the grid is a godsend, somewhere to recharge our batteries and forget everything else. From the photograph, you found the perfect place. I’m thankful that not too many people find their way to our village, we’re not exactly off the grid, but it is mostly peaceful, and our garden is fairly secluded. I haven’t been camping since the 1980s, but I remember the feeling that once you’re in your tent, nothing else exists, but it can get very hot, and breathing in the fresh air outside is like a long cold drink of water.
    I love the lines:
    ‘I sense the salt again,
    the scent of skies,
    the cry of gulls’.

  13. What a shame we have to escape the ordinary. Perhaps the shake up in our economies will change our working lives—fewer spreadsheets more moments spent in the garden or the park.

  14. It sounds sublime. I’m so tired of constant people noise and the sound of machinery. It was so lovely and quiet in the UK during lockdown, plus the air smelled good and the wildlife got braver. Just wish we could have those things for a reason other than a killer pandemic. Sigh… I know people have to make money to live and eat and pay to travel to secluded places to take holidays!

  15. A beautiful moment Björn, I especially love ‘This is the moment that I know that leisure is for us’ – here’s wishing you both many more moments like these 🙂

  16. Oh how I adored our tent-camping days…..from our earliest days of marriage….through raising our children and sharing a large tent with them….and then having a tent to ourselves again, but with more space. It was never empty space after they left though….just filled with memories and love. I ADORE tent camping and mostly, evening campfires and very early mornings! You’ve brought it all back.

  17. Hi Bjorn, Just checking in to greet you across the miles. The poem tells of a delightful summer, away from it all.
    All the best to you.

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