the-eternal-tide

To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the continents for untold thousands of year, to see the running of the old eels and the young shad to the sea, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.
—  Rachel Carson
When Kathryn left, we agreed to meet again when Voyager returned from the Yaris Nebula. I waited at a cafe in Venice for her to arrive. I wanted to make it official and propose. She didn’t show up.
— 

- The Eternal Tide, Kirsten Beyer.

I’M SORRY BUT

HE WAS GOING TO PROPOSE??  

I reread this often and just die all over again

She’s back now; is he still going to or….??

I NEED THIS BOOK IN MY LIFE LIKE RIGHT NOW

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“I haven’t been alive much longer than you have, but in that time I’ve traveled through the multiverse, met and interacted with countless beings, many of them beyond your comprehension, and in all that time, I only made one friend.” “Who?” Icheb asked, curious. “You, you idiot.” Q smirked. - Star Trek: Voyager: The Eternal Tide

Free! Eternal Summer: Episode 11 + vibrant
Will you marry me, Kirsten Beyer?

I’m finally getting around to reading “The Eternal Tide” and I just cannot tear myself away from this book!! The last Voyager novel I read was “Full Circle” because I couldn’t bear the thought of reading the books without Captain Janeway… though, to hold my own in the tumultuous world of fandom I do know the basic plots. I’m sure they’re excellent, however, as I’ve loved Kirsten Beyer since “Isabo’s Shirt” in the anthology “Distant Shores.”

ANYWAY. Everyone - everrryyyone - needs to read “The Eternal Tide” and lose themselves in the wonderful, intriguing storyline and fabulous happy ending for the JCers out there.

Aaah. Love love love.

:)

Fuck yeah Kirsten Beyer!!!!!! She’s…

STILL BOLDLY GOING

Moon
of the sea,
each night
you wash yourself
and wake
misted
by eternal dawn,
wed ceaselessly
with sky, with air,
with sea wind,
gradually
expelled
by the rhythmic
contractions of the tide,
clean as fingernails
m ocean
brine.
[…]
At night
I gaze at you,
pure
lighted
lamp
of the sky,
fresh, newborn
from the waves,
and I sleep
beneath your limpid,
shining sphere,
universal clock,
white rose.
[…]
and to your fresh
eternity of silver
and tides
my heart owes
its leaven.
—  Pablo Neruda, from “Ode to the Moon of the Sea,” Selected Odes of Pablo Neruda (California Press, 1990)