The beachcomber

Published on by Laura Bloomsbury

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.

Safe from the perils of the Atlantic, I am thankful to be shorebound with only the rhythmic sounds of surf and intermittent cry of gulls
The pools left behind take the form of sharks and rays
shelled creatures hunker down to wait out the time between tides

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!

“I’ll let the wind and wave do what they will with me;
And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy;…
And in a jewelled solitude I’ll mould my life anew,
And nestling close to Nature’s heart, I’ll learn at last . . . to live.“
The Beachcomber ~ Robert William Service

7 thoughts on “The beachcomber”

  1. 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! 😉😊🤗

  2. 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.

    1. “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.

      1. 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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