Wednesday, April 29, 2015

A Tuesday by the Sea

I have wind in my face and salted air in my nostrils.

There's pebble rocks underfoot and high reaching cliff mounds surround.

The water...

It's a blue-green till that matches the shade of my husband's eyes perfectly.

The sky is smeared and spotted with puffs of white.

I need the sun to poke through.

Warmth would be wonderful.

I've been drawn by maritime images as of late.

The past year maybe, has found me seeking out paintings of boats and anchors and shores.

Having it here and in person - is sweet.

Looking at this mass body of liquid - it makes me wonder why we spend so much of our lives on dirt.

Why? If we've been placed on a planet that's over 70% sea - why not live on it some? Why not take to adventurous waves more often?

I see more beach visits approaching.

God, is this a desire that comes from You?

I need the sun to poke through.

There's a lady and gent with a pup making their way along the shoreline - eyes earthward looking for goods washed up by the sea.

The waters are vast.

So, so wide and so very far reaching.

Like His love.

The hubs handed me a notebook and pen, directed me to a rock big enough for my bum to rest on...and suggested I write a little.

As I sit here on the coast - I feel I'm on the cusp.

And my mind wonders to the wordsmiths who have been inspired to jot and scribble and form characters on pages through the ages.

These waters here - have inspired many a poet to pick up the pen.

God, is this why I'm on the edge of England?

I need the sun to poke through.

So I set this ballpoint to modern papyrus - and I let creased feelings unfold there.