Save The Day, A Tidepool Meditation by Laura Celise Lippman Some days, a quiet stillness pervades Puget Sound’s brooding edge, rippling, tentative, deep. I cherish that piece of peace as the sea lets me be. Kelp breathes as it oscillates, dancing to a hushed melody, shimmying with the tide. Small salt pools are a contrast in motion. Nothing is still; tiny forms visible to the careful eye dart in seeming random motion. Shrimps and caprellids wander with staccato grace among swaying fronds. If they settle too long, they provide a predator’s feast. In a miracle of survival, pastel eggs, attached to eelgrass and sargassum, persevere. Even in my quieted state, I must remain alert to scan the horizon for towering dorsal fins and the lurking encroachment of fire and smoke. 29
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