When I am swamped or overwhelmed I go to a wild beach. The wilder the weather the sooner the beach tames my demons and restores equilibrium…well, equilibrium for me.
vast sky
wild beach —
one word would be too much
We usually have several kilometres of sand to ourselves - that’s me and Albs, an old, deaf dog who doubles as my spiritual director. We were there today, in bright autumn sun. Oyster catchers ignored us as Albs led us off the beach into the dunes behind it. The wind changed direction and became a strong southerly blowing a freeze up from Antarctica and, as always, there is always one cricket still singing the sweetest summer song into the folds of a southerlie. We offered a dune prayer…may we too sing in the wind revelling in life like the crazy crickets…and we pushed on….
next…a hatful of dragons.
This great! Innovative. personal, put me in mind of Wendell Berry, thank you.
„one word would be too much“ made me think… Is there not enough words or is there not one word that can describe it all, I asked myself? And then I understood how well said it was. sometimes no word needed. just feel it! I like this message 🙏🏻
I loved this, I too find solace in wild places and especially when walking by the sea.