My Hopes, Memories and Dreams

Sam the Seagull

SAM the SEAGULLJust when I needed you
There you would be
Paddling in the shallows
A lone figure under a tree

When I walked
You followed
Watching from afar
We spoke the same language
Shared footprints in the sand

I did not choose you
You made me your friend
Circling my energy
To love
and defend

With you in sight
My travelling companion
I learnt how to skip
And jump the puddles in my path

I felt your melancholy
Sensed the longing for your tribe
So touched by your presence
You never went unnoticed

My feathery spirit guide

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22 responses

  1. clowntears

    it’s good , u have greet feelings

    August 17, 2009 at 9:59 am

    • Thanks clowntears for stopping by. Glad you liked my little ode to Sam.

      August 17, 2009 at 10:11 am

  2. another of those important connections–this time with an ‘animal’–more going on than we ‘see’ on the upper level–isn’t there?

    August 17, 2009 at 5:10 pm

    • Definitely. It’s sad that in most cases that connection with the spirit world and appreciation for the rich tapestry of the spiritual energy between animals and humans is dimished, if not lost all together when we grow into adulthood….and it’s so hard to build it up again. I used to think of my connection with Sam as a ‘cute little story ‘, but am coming to acknowledge that perhaps there was a deeper level to our ‘communication’ especially when you consider that animals have an instinctual awareness of human personality and moods; and clearly communicate with their own kind on other levels besides just through sound. And given that children are so psychically aware maybe there was more to our connection than just the desire of a child for companionship.

      August 17, 2009 at 10:29 pm

      • I agree with your thoughts about deeper connections with the natural world being perhaps easier for children because of their psychic awareness. And ‘yes’ also to more than just a desire for companionship—I think our essences and personal energies are much more connected to all other living things than most of our culture bothers to ever consider. I hope this changes because it’s a way to start realizing just how important the ‘natual world’ is to all of us–and humans are part of it–something which the dominant culural values often DENY–hence all the environmental issues.
        mmm. all this for a bird—my my…I think it’s a good line of conversation to pursue indeed. waves to you, Colleen~~

        August 21, 2009 at 2:36 pm

  3. Sam sounds sweet… you must have a gift with animals of all kind. Not everyone has that, foster it!! Your gift of words is beutiful too… I can’t but help to love all poetry!

    August 18, 2009 at 7:54 pm

    • Hi Cindy,

      Sam was / is sweet ! I truly did appreciate him ! He was really around at a time I most needed him. Thank you for your kind words.

      August 19, 2009 at 2:57 am

  4. I think I know that bird.
    He seems to be happy, and content,
    all of the time. Melancholy comes and goes
    for all of Mother Nature’s creatures. Don’t we know…
    flight doesn’t have to mean fleeing, thanks to you.

    August 19, 2009 at 12:16 am

    • Hi Uncle Tree,
      I am sure Sam has touched many lives. So true that flight doesn’t necessarily mean to flee…although I did at first..flee, I have probably flown full circle and now appreciate that to have wings also means having the courage, freedom and motivation to explore and transcend through both new energy and old.

      August 19, 2009 at 3:02 am

  5. Your words captured beautifully the harmonious connection between humans and nature.

    Sam is a worthy and necessary guide to a world of people hustling and bustling on city streets not having a care outside of themselves.

    This is excellent writing Colleen, and it’s a pleasure to meet you. I will come back to visit often.

    August 19, 2009 at 1:24 pm

  6. Thanks Paul ! I’m enjoying your blog too ! Hope to see you around !

    August 20, 2009 at 2:11 am

  7. I beleive true love is attainable. I think it is the uncondtionality of love that is harder to find. yet the only way we find absolution is through love. therefore life and love and death. are about acceptance. it is not so much the knowledge of how to live but the learning of how to die. and to love. of course some ppl are no more willing to love than they are to die.

    thank you so much for the comment. i apologize i am a terrible commenter. i am blind and the only way i can see is with my heart.

    johnathan livingston seagull. i love that book. i beleive the message is relative.

    i have to go back to college now. they are teaching me to be an editor.

    cheers.

    August 21, 2009 at 11:30 pm

    • Hello Charles

      Thank for the thoughtful comment. You are not a terrible commenter at all. I appreciate your words.

      Best of luck with college

      Colleen

      August 24, 2009 at 10:13 am

  8. Beautiful new photos and wonderful story. Lovely photo of you and Sam’s is pretty cute too. Did you take the photo of the header. Stunning, I see where you get your inspiration if you live near this beach. The Johnathan Livingston and Richard Bach of Australia. Cudos!

    August 22, 2009 at 5:55 pm

    • Thanks Sara ! Yes the I did take the photo of the header a few months ago on a “girls weekend” to Fitzroy Island, in the beautiful Great Barrier Reef area of Far North Queensland where I live. I’ll email you some photos if you like ! It really is paradise. The photo of Sam was taken in January of this year at a little seaside holiday village called “Pambula Beach”, further down the coast in New South Wales. It was a place I would always holiday at as a child and I have always wanted to take my daughters there to show them around. So this year I did ! And there was Sam waiting for us !

      Yesterday I took my girls out to the reef whale watching…it was glorious. I’ll post some photos and maybe a little poem too very soon !

      August 23, 2009 at 6:43 am

  9. My first visit to you since Eli died. I clicked on and my brain went wow. I lived in LA for 22 years. When my son was little we went to the Laguna beach almost every weekend. I can’t wait to see the rest photos. It feels like it all came together, light, ocean mist, your beautiful avatar, ocean mist, the poem, and Sam. I love visiting. It’s like walking into my bedroom and staring at my comforter. My comforter and pillows are the exact color of your sidebar. Shades of the sky and ocean. Opens the heart. Yum!

    August 23, 2009 at 2:05 pm

    • Oh Sara I am sorry for your loss. I’m happy my little blog can bring some escape by transporting you across the seas if only momentarilly.

      August 24, 2009 at 3:48 am

  10. I keep coming back to Whale Song. Thank you for the website. I have a book on my coffee table called Australian Dreamtimes by Jorgen Beckman. He gave it to me when he came to the US to sell his art. It did not go so well and so he sold me 4 amazing huge lithographs at some ridiculous price. Over my bed hangs a pelican in a dusty blue frame. So the website you posted has special meaning for me.

    August 29, 2009 at 2:42 am

  11. This feels so soft and spaceous even in the aloneness that shares footprints in sand – amazing how the spirit takes in what is available and makes out of it what it will – the energy growing and expanding in this poems makes it impossible for me not to notice more than when I began. Lovely

    October 13, 2009 at 1:03 am

  12. Beautiful words,Colleen!
    I like the new poem a lot!
    Thank you for share it! 🙂

    Have a special day!

    February 13, 2010 at 8:48 pm

  13. Colleen,

    Thank you so much for bringing me your link to ‘Sam.” Renee Prince, who posted yesterday at my blog about her relationship with a wild hawk, says people with animal guides are called Borderlanders. Here is the link she left me: http://www.borderlanders.com/content/profile-borderland-personality/.

    And, of course you are a Borderlander! I believe poetry is a door to the Borderland world; it’s no wonder people love your writing so much–you help us walk through that door. What a gift, indeed. Someday we’re gonna see your books in the window of a bookstore, and you inside, sitting at a table signing them, gently taking our hands, saying, “Yes, there is a world of love and hope. That’s it, you’ve got it! Pass through right here.”

    Love, always,
    Pam B

    April 14, 2010 at 2:32 am

    • Hi Pam. Thanks for the link ! Really interesting…I have never heard of Borderlanders before ! I would say my children too have the same connection. Thanks you for your lovely, lovely words! You are too kind.
      I hope your spirits are lifting. xox

      April 14, 2010 at 8:56 am

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