Tuesday, May 17, 2011
One Beautiful Thing ~ fourteen
The rain is steady and unrelenting....and expected here. If the sun comes out, it is an added bonus. But I kind of like the grey when I am at this beach. It draws out my deeper moods, my melancholies which I have grown to respect and embrace. Yes, I am quite comfortable in my greyer shades of being.
When I come to this place, I am often moved to tears. It has a power over me, and offers me an overwhelming sense of being home. I belong here. No other place on the planet makes me feel this way.
The rains were heavy yesterday, but I could only stay indoors for so long. I hovered near the windows like a restless child, anxious to be in the fresh open air. Ultimately, it was the sandpipers who enticed me to come out and play. I left the warmth of the fireplace, the company of my friends and ventured out to the calling sea.
And as I stepped into the moving water, I could see reflections of myself within the giant bubbles that rolled in with the surf...a girl in her rainboots, holding a blue and white umbrella, the wind teasing and twisting her hair as she scans the beach for sand dollars...contained in each bubble, the silent silhouette of a girl most at home within the sweeping tides.
My visit wasn't long enough. But then again, it never is. I am always longing for the next time, so very very grateful that there will be a next time. I take comfort knowing it will always be there, waiting for me.