“Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war. ”
As summer approaches it’s (supposed) end, I’ve been visiting a few beaches with the purpose of locating the one that will become my neighbour in the next stage of my life.
“One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.”
The beach has always been an important part of my geographical history; I grew up near one and lived near others on and off throughout my life.
There’s something about this threshold of earth and water that nurtures and enlivens me; maybe it’s because I am a Crab in Western Astrology, or maybe its that the beach is a metaphor for life, a place where our earthbound bodies must meet the endlessness of those changing tides over which we have absolutely no control. And of course we share the sea with an infinite variety of creatures many of which are hidden from our view and awareness. Perhaps it’s those mysterious beings which remind us of our our inner, hidden mysteries.
“To myself_I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me. ”
“My life is like a stroll on the beach… as near to the edge as I can go.”
If life is a beach then I’m looking to start the next chapter