Soft Fields ~
of language, stingrays and mud
Dear Beloveds,
some images for you, from the Estuary and I
few words . . .
An Album to listen to whilst you are here:
Yes, I generally have something to say,
but today I choose to stay in the interstitium;
of mudscape,
of the intermingling of fresh and saltwaters,
of Pattern (language),
of Photon
Of Stingray;
Ancestral One: Elder
Who writes scripture in sand
-as breath and shimmy
Across TimeSpace
Folding Sound
So you do not forget
who you Are
Beloved Estuary sees it all,
breathes it all.
Beloved Estuary,
holds it all
You are Estuarine,
One
Love,
Narelle
xo
PS Blessings for 2026
A Temple to enter barefoot
On the wide ecology of
your Computer
(not your phone)
A Library is building:
I Am Estuary In Gestation
Sandstone And Consciousness
Ontology Of Mud: How I Photograph. And Lineage
What Stingray Says (and doesn’t)
Seagrass And Trauma Healing
Grandmother Mangrove
Beauty. Thank you for this.