inside out

 

Here we begin or end most days on the shore, and sometimes, on the best days, we do both. We may look for bits of sea glass or unusual stones in low tide, spend a gusty afternoon with sand biting our ankles at the insistence of the wind as we run to the water laughing and out of breath. We may gather up the well-worn beach chairs and find a spot to sit with a book until the restless sun seems to grow weary and surrenders to the moon.

Lately I have felt a need for more time like this. More unhurried moments and unscheduled days. A continued Facebook sabbatical. A clearing for something unknown to unfold and the stillness to discover what that may be.

I recently came across this poem and am reminded of the magical way words can call out to us when we most need to find them.

Comments

[keishua]

i am in a similar spot. clearing out, needing quietness and room to unfold.
i hope you are having a lovely weekend.

[Stephanie]

I thought of you often during my longs walks along the coast line while on vacation. I wondered if this is how you spent your days and was delighted to see your post. So glad that you have this space and that you create the time to enjoy it. Wishing you much peace, light, and love. xoxo

[lovely and imperfect]

keishua ~ thank you. i'm wishing you many gentle days.

stephanie ~ we began collecting forgotten plastic pails and shovels on the sand and are amassing quite a colorful collection. so happy you had coastal time to enjoy, as well as the favorite pockets of nature in your daily surroundings.