“Although no fisher
reaping the gem-like seaweed
I yearn for you
so deeply that
the salt spray never dries upon my sleeves”
— unidentified poet, 10th century court poetry of Japan
“No amount of reading or talking about turtles can transmit the awareness of turtleness that holding one does.” – Jenny Anderson
There’s something that happens when you can see, touch and smell something or someone – what is it? When I come into my cottage, I smell the freshly pressed seaweeds from Pigeon Point and am transported to the smashing abundance of the low tide pools right now.