I love the sound of the surf on a quiet day and I love it on a wild and noisy day as well. I love sitting on the beach sometimes to read, sometimes to sleep and sometimes just to sit and be. I love putting my face up to feel the warmth of the sun and I like to walk in the sand and when I am sitting on the beach I love to sit and let the sand run through my hands. I am not walking on the beach much these days mostly because it is winter in New Brunswick and the sand is mostly covered in snow! The snow is its own kind of majestic beauty and after a fresh snow fall it is amazing to stand and admire how it hangs on the branches of the trees and falls on the bushes and left over summer furniture in the garden. I listen to the gentle breeze in the trees and just stand still and marvel at the beauty and the joy of being alive. Those prescious moments the lived ones and the remembered ones seem even more important to me these days as so often I feel so overwhelmed. I fell like my life is changing faster than I can keep up with it and certainly fell like something vital is slipping away from me and I can't do anything about it! I can't do anything about it because it is not really about me and yet it affects me. Affects every breathe i take everything I thought was real doesn't seem so real anymore. i seem to be questioniong almost everything these days. However walking in the sand is a metaphor for me when I think of the waves coming in and washing away all my stress and all my feelings of being overwhelmed. Bring on the waves!!!!!!!!!
