Aww, thank you, Doreen. I'm so glad you enjoyed listening. And yes, it's hard to imagine significant waves on most lakes, which are usually fairly small. The Great Lakes are different. On windy days, they can get quite rough, producing mighty waves. In the poem, I'm describing Lake Huron.
Oh, this gave me chills—the kind that rise from memory and water and grief braided with strength.
There’s such grace in how you hold the inheritance of courage—mermaid skin, nymph hide—and the way it ripples through your present life. Swimming alone in January, yes, but never truly alone.
What a gift she gave you. And what a beautiful, salt-soaked thank you this is.
This is beautiful Robin. Grandpa being your safe harbor from which you could transform 🧜🏽♀️
By chance, I just did a mediumship session, and the client's grandpa came through. She had such joyful memories of him teaching her to farm as a young child. One of his messages was for her to find that intrinsic joy again!
Wow, Robin… “You taught me to swim through all conditions.” What a powerful poem! And my current repetitive words are ‘letting go’ … a synonym for your ‘surrender’. 🙏👏👏👏
Such a loving tribute to your grandfather. I remember playing mermaid when I was little, sliding down the steps of our house, pretending it was a waterfall. "Feeling" the water washing over my "tail" and "fins". A beautiful feeling.
I love how you bring that memory to a January night to share it with us!
Oh, that’s such a sweet memory. Our imaginations knew exactly what we needed and took care of us. They still do. Thanks for reading this poem, Robin, and for sharing your experience and this post. Thanks for being here.
June always reminds me of our annual extended-family camping weekend, with my grandparents, my dad's nine siblings and millions of cousins! Especially singing around the campfire. Thank you for sharing this moving poem.
What beautiful summer memories you must have, Julie. All those cousins! The aunts and uncles and grandparents. Singing by the fire. Pure magic. As always, thank you for reading my work and sharing your experiences.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem! I love the water so when I think of summer I imagine myself swimming in a scenic setting. So your poem resonated! Although my grandfather never taught me to swim. I had to learn in camp.
I always love hearing you read your poetry. It brings the story or poem to life. I've never experienced waves on a lake, though!
Aww, thank you, Doreen. I'm so glad you enjoyed listening. And yes, it's hard to imagine significant waves on most lakes, which are usually fairly small. The Great Lakes are different. On windy days, they can get quite rough, producing mighty waves. In the poem, I'm describing Lake Huron.
Love this, Robyn.
Yes, to being called to slow down and Life as a journey of shifting perspectives. Beautiful poetry thank you I needed this today.
Thank you, Prajna. I’m glad. 💜
Dear Robin,
Oh, this gave me chills—the kind that rise from memory and water and grief braided with strength.
There’s such grace in how you hold the inheritance of courage—mermaid skin, nymph hide—and the way it ripples through your present life. Swimming alone in January, yes, but never truly alone.
What a gift she gave you. And what a beautiful, salt-soaked thank you this is.
Thank you from my heart, dear Prajna. I'm grateful for your sensitive reading and caring message. Your presence here makes a difference.
This is beautiful, Robin. Thanks for posting.
Thank you, Bella!
This is beautiful Robin. Grandpa being your safe harbor from which you could transform 🧜🏽♀️
By chance, I just did a mediumship session, and the client's grandpa came through. She had such joyful memories of him teaching her to farm as a young child. One of his messages was for her to find that intrinsic joy again!
Aww, that's so special. Thanks for telling me, Maria, and for reading this poem and sharing it. I'm most grateful.
Wow, Robin… “You taught me to swim through all conditions.” What a powerful poem! And my current repetitive words are ‘letting go’ … a synonym for your ‘surrender’. 🙏👏👏👏
Leanda, I'm happy that this piece resonates with you. Thanks for reading it and for your kind words. "Letting go" sounds good, my friend. 🏊♂️💜
🙏🥰 Thank you Robin! xx
I love this, Robin. So vivid. I am right there with you. Thank you.
Cathy, thank you. 🙏
"You knew I'd need the mermaid skin. . . ."
Such a loving tribute to your grandfather. I remember playing mermaid when I was little, sliding down the steps of our house, pretending it was a waterfall. "Feeling" the water washing over my "tail" and "fins". A beautiful feeling.
I love how you bring that memory to a January night to share it with us!
Oh, that’s such a sweet memory. Our imaginations knew exactly what we needed and took care of us. They still do. Thanks for reading this poem, Robin, and for sharing your experience and this post. Thanks for being here.
I love tag-teaming in imagining with you, Robin. A journey into the collective imaginal (if I might name it that)
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What a moving expression of love! And gratitude. ❤️
Hugh, thanks for reading this, and feeling it, too. ❤
June always reminds me of our annual extended-family camping weekend, with my grandparents, my dad's nine siblings and millions of cousins! Especially singing around the campfire. Thank you for sharing this moving poem.
What beautiful summer memories you must have, Julie. All those cousins! The aunts and uncles and grandparents. Singing by the fire. Pure magic. As always, thank you for reading my work and sharing your experiences.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem! I love the water so when I think of summer I imagine myself swimming in a scenic setting. So your poem resonated! Although my grandfather never taught me to swim. I had to learn in camp.
Thank you, Julie! I'm glad this poem speaks to you, and I appreciate you sharing it.
Lovely poem. :)
Thank you, David.