In times of crises one often forgets one's most important allies.
It had been a while since I had been to the beach. I always think its such a journey. Its only 15 minutes each way, but the trek keeps me from going every day. The beach provides so many benefits, I think I should journey down, but life gets busy and one forgets.
I went twice this weekend. One night the moon was not out, and it was dark and cloudy. Tonight was so clear and the stars and constellations were out in numbers. The peaceful calm of the waves breaking against the shore has such a primitive calming effect. Sometimes when I get lost in my music, the ocean gives a more forceful thrust, and my attention becomes refocused on the shifting water. I feel deeply connected to the ocean- I thought about it when we were on the open waters in the Caribbean sea, how those dark waters were indeed intertwined with those crashing against my beach at home in Victoria.
When coupled with beauty of lights refelcting on water, the crisp smell of the ocean and cool, refreshing air, the beach is the perfect refuge from one's worldly concerns. The problem is when they follow along, infiltrate the rituals that come along with beach going. Try as I might, they follow and remind me of why the beach session was necessary.
Here I am, back at home, glass of wine in hand, a final blog entry of this trying weekend. Refreshed for now, ready for another week. On va voir.
Rach,
from a fantastic, clear, stunning, bright, starry victorian night
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