Tuesday, January 5, 2010

beach treasure

You never know what you might find on the beach — Second Beach, in this case — and how it might speak to you (or to me). I made a mess of a personal situation yesterday. Details aren't important, as everyone has "situations." But the more I tried to straighten mine out, the worse it got, until it/I seemed hopelessly tangled. When-oh-when will I learn to go with the flow, to let the sand or foam roll right over me and do its thing — whatever that is — even if it buries me?? To face the waves without fighting them?? To shut my trap, in essence??

Ah, yes. A walk on the beach works wonders. Really clears the mind ...

And what is that icky froth that tends to whip up in winter, anyway??