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I'm a bit uneasy quoting Thoreau: I'm not a big fan. He is too self-righteous by half, especially if you believe the story that his mother brought him lunch in his self-sufficient solitude. However, he's sometimes spot on. An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day. He doesn't mention a swim, but that doubles the blessing.
For the last few days I have been doubly blessed. I rarely walk early these days, and even more rarely plunge into the ocean. But the water is warm; I have a companion; throwing a ball for the dog gives me a bit of body heat; and by the time I've walked the length of the beach I'm ready to meet the waves, hoping one will slosh me out of the gradual approach that is my custom when I encounter a body of water.
This morning the colours are muted, shades of grey and a tinge of apricot, early light becoming the fingers of god reflecting in the wave wash. Sand anemones blur under the surface of a rock pool. But there are a few sparks of bright beauty: opalescence inside a shell, the gleaming gold of seaweed, a tiny speck in the surf which is my resident son doing what he loves best.
By the time I leave the beach, the light is aureate, and I am set up for the ordeal of a phone call to the Polish consulate.
So peaceful and calm, not much swell for a surfer. You have caught those iridescent shell colours perfectly and I’m pleased to hear all went well with the phone call. Full steam ahead now.
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My son needs to be in the water, no matter what. He’s actually a legend here for the big seas he tackles. I’m not feeling wildly competent. I go to Canberra on Monday and I nearly made a room booking for Kingston Jamaica, rather than Kingston ACT – and then found that my usual place has been demolished.
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Jack has 2 sons who lived in the ocean as teenagers. I don’t even paddle, I’m paranoid about my head going under… Jamaica would be an interesting destination…
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Fascinating anemones and the colours of the shell are just beautiful, I want to wear those colours with just the same shimmer! Your walks looks like the perfect start to the day π
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You shimmer without those colours! When I first retired, long ago it seems now, I was always out on the headland to see the sun rise. Where did that routine go?
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Beautiful, all of it. How can you bear to leave it, again? Yes, I know why.
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Don’t let anyone tell me you can have it all! I’m soaking it up – even submerging myself (up to the neck) in the ocean, which has been bathwater warm. But then I’m leaving friends too. How can I submerge myself in them?
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All you can do is live in each moment as fully as possible. Advice for a superhuman, which we are not.
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Beautiful. Words and pictures. I love the way you write. Hope that phone call went well.
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Phone call must’ve been blessed too. I got straight through, and the answers I needed.
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Woo hoo!!
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Quite blissful, that light, Meg. π I just subsided into it. The beauty of your voice washed over me and I did feel blessed.
Not the Polish Consulate! π¦ Hugs, darlin’. You’ll soon be there and loving those kiddiwinkles π
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I love that morning light. Should see it more often. We now have our visas-for-a-year, so calm prevails. Now just the gifts and the packing.
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Plain sailing π π
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