With little else to do on a beach far from the madding crowd, I am in my element. Every stone, shell, sea-weeded tideline offers up a vignette for the meditative eye.
I never cease to admire the artistry and diversity of all these life forms (click for detailed view)
or the Zen of tidal deposits which I can never capture – without some artifice!
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Moments at the beach are -to me- the best meditation. One place I become a sponge, absorbing everything. Thank you for this wonderful journey. I was there too, absorbing the beauty! 😉😊🤗
we are twin souls then Marina 🙂
Ah, yes… 🤗
I must get back to the beach, I have neglected it these past months / too cold / wet / windy / far and it will be far too busy next week, but hopefully there will be time to squeeze a few beach walks in before the summer crowds. Beautiful Cornwall.
“to the lonely sea and the sky…And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song” – Masefield no doubt did not mind the weather and being on holiday I was compelled to see the sea again even under these overcast skies.
Being on holiday changes things, we’ve been away this week and walked in the rain, which I would never do at home!
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