Watching the ocean hour of hour how quickly the time passes. I thought it was mere minutes but realized I had lost track of time
Mesmerizing ……..with each new gust of wind the patterns on the water change from calm to stormy…. from small ripples to large rolling waves . The ocean looks like a painter had a hand in its creative beauty with varying lines of colour.
Scanning looking from the shoreline then out to the horizon where mountain meets sea meets sky and then back to shore again.
In deep thoughts of what lies beneath the ocean that I see. A family of otters, seals and their pups diving deep for the oceans bounty I have been blessed to witness and watch
A pod of orca fishing for food their spouts of water shooting up on the air, the echoing sound as they pause for a breath of air before diving down deep again for their bounty beneath the sea .
All at arm’s length from my shore to my sea.
I will miss this place my summer get away. I will dream, I will plan and I will envision a life here one day for to dream it is to make it happen
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First rocks and now laundry…. Do you get a sense I have been in need for the simpler things in life?
The morning here is slightly overcast. The sun and the ocean marine layer are fighting with each other for space in the sky. For now the marine layer wins out and the winds toss around a fine mist so gentle you wonder if it is mist at all.
Saturday morning laundry is one of the chores we did as children and it was one of my favorite ones. I simply love laundry. I love the idea of the dirty clothes going in and then coming out with that clean smell (all natural lavender and rosemary soap of course). The aromatic smell of clean clothes awe…….
Today, just like when I was a child I get to hang my laundry outside. Back then, way back then I used to wait in anticipation for the washer to finish anxious to get the clothes on line. Today was that day, the one that took me back to those moments.
Try to imagine a breeze blowing off the ocean the shorebirds and seagulls calling out to one another, the winds rustling through the trees and me hanging sweet smelling laundry just like my mom taught me
I took my time hanging everything just right so that it would dry with that crisp outside feeling, wishing that I had more to wash, more to hang and more moments like this in my life.
I think if there is a heaven this moment, this feeling must be part of it,
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My fascination with ocean rocks may bore some, but can keep me fascinated for hours.
My attempt at building rock formations fails in comparison to most , but even my feeble attempts bring me to a place of solace and calm as I try to get one rock to connect to another. Teetering and close to falling but yet hanging on with a slight touch of my hand.
The elation when the rock structure holds and the big awe when they tumble down.
Searching for just the right rock in a seashore that is made up only of rocks is part the fun, just the right shape and size for the base of the structure, different weights and shapes, allow the minutes to pass over me like the waves hitting the shore. With each new find and new wave a little less stress and a lot more calm
I am amazed at how each rock holds a different colour , pattern or texture and how years and years of being tossed around in the salty ocean have formed what they have become and will become.
How different they look as the tide comes to take them away. Now immersed in water their colours patterns and true personalities emerge.
Thousands and thousands of rocks each with their own story
And just as I finish my rock art, a seal swims by, pops it head up to take a look at what I am convinced is admiration of my work
My therapy today
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