Changing
Listening to: the ocean, my son sleeping
Walking along the beach today with my son was beautiful, even though it was freezing cold. That salt air- yum. Somehow it does bring some kind of clarity.
My son ran up and down the sand hills while I just sat and watched the waves roll in. I can hear the waves from here. I have no understanding on why it has such a profound effect on me. I imagine that it is because I dont get to visit this place much these days. Nostalgia. Hmmmmmm.
I have to go back tomorrow. *Yuck* No no, I like my reality generally. It is just the frenetic busy-ness of the whole scene... tires me to think of it.
I will get through another few weeks. I am desperate for some time off,,,, which is coming soon.
The best thing about coming back to my beach is the ever changing nature of the place. The sand changes and creates different hills. Even the rock pools change over time. Different weeds and life ebb in and out. I climbed the cliff to look at the great scape today (I dont think I have done that for 20 years).. Gasp... the beauty of it all. My opportunities to visit here are diminishing rapidly and it saddens me in a way I cannot even describe. This place is a part of my soul.
