Even on gray, blustery days, the beach is a place of refreshment. A place of space and solitude where concerns are carried on the wind and anxieties melt into the sand. The waves surge, the tide turns and so it goes on. Footprints left are soon erased and detritus is swept up and carried away. Spending time on the beach allows the laying down of accumulated junk that invades the everyday and breathing in lungfuls of fresh, salt-filled air clears the way for a new start. There can never be too much beach in one's life.
Friday, 21 November 2008
Life's a beach
Even on gray, blustery days, the beach is a place of refreshment. A place of space and solitude where concerns are carried on the wind and anxieties melt into the sand. The waves surge, the tide turns and so it goes on. Footprints left are soon erased and detritus is swept up and carried away. Spending time on the beach allows the laying down of accumulated junk that invades the everyday and breathing in lungfuls of fresh, salt-filled air clears the way for a new start. There can never be too much beach in one's life.
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"Spending time on the beach allows the laying down of accumulated junk that invades the everyday and breathing in lungfuls of fresh, salt-filled air clears the way for a new start."
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful, Liz. That's just what I could do with after a completely mad week. You may just have given me an idea for this afternoon...
love it- from another beach walker........
ReplyDeleteAmen Sister! Here's to more beach time.
ReplyDeletecheers!
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