Ravencall Newletters

A friend, always there to comfort in sorrow, and share in happiest of moments. Storms of rain mixed with the salty wrath of turbulent waves calming an aching mind, lulling it into submission. Dulling reality, washing away tears. Purest of elements, Water a lifeline...

Waking up to the pitter patter of water dripping through the cracks in the roof Climbing out of the bunks the noise gets louder and louder Waves crashing into the boat sounding like earthquakes Opening the hatch to get into the galley the cold wind and rain chills...

Water is something I drink. helps my family and I fish. It's the beauty of life, helps plants and animals grow. In my Tlingit culture water is part of my home. Helps me calm down when I wanna get away from home, listening to the water the river is feeding the trees....

I On the surface of the sea, she sees peacefully rolling waves. Below, whole cities of organisms, deep, vast, and diverse, more vibrant and colorful than an oily puddle, breeding, feeding, surviving, waging war. II He struggles through the storm, rain soaked, bike...

Water represents emotion. There’s calm, rage, anxiety, uneasy. At times, it’s calm and quiet. It’s not disturbed. At other times, it’s raging like a tsunami, Sweeping away everything in its path. During the day, it could start off calm and peaceful, But could progress...

I sit by the sea with my feet in the sand And the boats of sizes speeding further from land, The ocean amazes me unknowing how much life it hosts The deep blue color it reflects and the various waves amongst it’s coasts.

I ~ Picture the way the snow hits the yellowed streetlight in the dead of night. The bits of white lighting up the inky black backdrop like static on an old TV. The sky like a chess board from soft flakes falling in their perfectly timed order. II~ Feel the way it...

1. Nourishing, not only by the chain of animals, but down throats like smooth molasses drains. Washing down like gliding boats. 2. The breeze in Hawaii, tropical and relaxing. Unlike any other, our low tide scent full of the native dinner platter. 3. Blanketing down...

I met you last spring By the sea shore, For once, my mind did not hurt anymore My mom at peace, the water calm I laughed at the barnacles held in your palm That you covered With your hand, You the ocean waved back again And now I wait, to return once more So that I’ll...

Water is the essence of life. It is what makes up our entire being and existence. It flows through our veins, And is the heartbeat of mother nature. It is in the earliest records of ancient times, And in the latest of modern scripture. It can be the cause of life, or...