By Nici Holt Cline
The human-induced oil volcano in the sea, an anvil on my spirit. I remember the Native American proverb,
We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.
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Margot’s eyes are oil. Dark and knowing, grounded and alive. The espresso moons carry proof of my life.
Margot’s eyes are earth, rich, boundless love. Brown at glance, rainbow hued for those who take time to know.
Natural shine, organic bubbling tucked safe under thick blankets of rock and dirt. Protected, precious, beautiful. Giving, empathetic, supportive.
Where crude means rustic, simple, raw. Margot’s eyes observe all the potential in all of the creatures on all of the planet. Her eyes are powerful, able to move. I like her unrefined.
Margot’s eyes are a beautiful composition of ancient plants and animals whose souls merged, flesh decayed to create glossy, thick, clever. Fossil Fuel.
Ruby’s eyes are the ocean. Blue and deep, bright and cool. The topaz suns hold my history and my future.
Ruby’s eyes are pristine, clean water.
Healing, birthing, consoling. Swimming, leaping, washing over the world. Sweet and savory.
Ruby’s eyes are way down deep in the dark dark dark. Skeletal plankton, electric squid, milk-eyed fish. Humming closest to the core, shouldering the weight of earth.
Ruby’s eyes are vibrant reds, yellows, blues so blue they make the sea look gray. Dancing rhythmically, in sync with thousands of others. Clowns and angels. Neon, rainbow, dizzy.
Big and heavy, yet weightless, cartwheeling on whitecaps. Sage whales tethered to magnetism, pushing pushing water with such strength, they spin the planet.
Oil and water. Fluid. Tsunami of love, explosion of purpose. So powerful. Buoyant. A careful balance, so much to learn. Better than I ever thought possible, capable of more heartache than I ever imagined.
My daughters are the tide, the core. They sway, a symbiotic swirl, in massive biology. They carry secrets that I won’t know until they are older, if ever. So I focus, with earnest, as my story is told.
A fourth generation Montanan raising a fifth, Nici Holt Cline is a mama to Margot and Ruby, wife, gardener, crafter and runner who loves to write and take photos. She writes regularly on her popular blog dig this chick. You can read “Mama Digs” every Monday exclusively at www.mamalode.com. Read more of Nici’s mamalode articles here.
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You have overwhelmed us with this, Nici, both me and Richard sitting in our bathrobes in the morning sun. I love you and thank God for you and your family in our lives.
So beautiful! Now I am crying (but that is a good thing!).
This piece is truly a work of art. So beautifully written Nici.
What can I say, except….your words have captured beauty.
I am so glad to call you my own……..