Concentric Circles

Nothing happens in a vacuum. A single breath, a blade of grass bowing to the wind, words said, a look, words not said, all are ripples. And a ripple moves until it either bumps against something and changes direction or picks up additional momentum or peters out.

There's a lot to learn by staring at the ocean's ripples as she moves around rocks and jetties and finds a new direction.

I am mesmerized by the movement, the rhythm, and the persistence.

Words, like ripples, continue to reverberate unless someone changes their response. Words uttered decades ago still carry the weight of a misspoken phrase.

Sometimes words like ripples pick up seaweed and kelp. Cleansing is tedious .