The host fumbles briefly with the camera, names herself as Kathy Joy (Speak Wonder), and announces the Harbor Pilots series and Caregiver Day, then prepares to begin despite background noise. This orients viewers to the setting and purpose before the practice starts.
The guide leads listeners to imagine walking a lonely beach at sunset, searching for a white, round stone, holding it, warming it to the skin, and walking toward the water. These steps establish the tactile imagery for the forthcoming letting-go ritual.
As twilight deepens, the narrator instructs you to wet your hand, whisper burdens into the rock, let it hold your tears, and then throw it into the sinking sun so your worries sink away. The guidance closes with a physical and symbolic turn away from the last sunset.
The host names the poem's author, Valerie Toves, reaffirms her own identity, and invites viewers to share whether they live near or love a lake in the comments. This provides closure and a prompt for engagement.
I don't know how to flip it back to me. Help me. Hmm. What have I done, y'all? Two quick lives that were fake news. Mama and Daddy. My name is Kathy Joy. I go by Speak Wonder on the Qadrisphere, and my frame of reference is all things harbors. We call it Harbor Pilots, and this is Caregiver Day. I'd like to start with somebody's mowing I have my sky roof open and there's going to be people coming and going into the country fair market so here we go last sunset in September Walk along a lonely beach on the last eve of September.
Search the rocky shore for a stone white and round that fits snugly in your palm and worn smooth as silence by the endless roving of the waves. Hold the rock tight in your hand. Let it warm to the touch of your skin. Walk to the ends of the beach where the rose gold sun leaves an amber path on the rippling dark water. Plunge your stone into the surf. Get your whole hand wet with dripping lake water. As the sun begins to sink heavy, whisper all your worries to the rock. Let it warm with the weight and depth of your burden.
Let it glow and glitter with unshed tears. As the gray twilight darkens and the light orb slips into the endless water, toss your rock in after it. Let them sink together. Lift your chin, turn your back on the last sunset in September. The writer is Valerie Toves from Erie, Pennsylvania. I'm Kathy Joy, and today on Caregiver Day, I wanted to read this poem about the lake and I wondered if you live near a lake and if you do or if you love a lake or if a lake has been your destination ever put it in the comments would you please
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