Friday, June 3, 2011

And The Final Sun Goes Down on May...

There is something about living right on the beach that makes it so much harder to ignore the moments.  Busy, messy, beautiful life still goes on, but somehow the moments take on a greater meaning, each one with a more singular effect. Maybe it is the constant soundtrack of the sea sounds rising, sometimes softly, sometimes more emphatically in the background of whatever else is happening, that brings the attention back into the moment.  Maybe it is the smell of the sea air, or the balmy breeze, or the chime of the train bell as it chugs gently below our bluff.  It could be the way in which the sunlight reflects off of the water(sometimes causing an unexpected tear of unforeseen emotion), or how the color of the sky is a constantly changing hue, or that the clouds might be there one moment and then not be there in the next.  But then, it could be because this place, this small plot of land overlooking the ocean, this coastal jewel, this piece of heaven on earth, is the closest place to home that my soul has ever really known.  Ever known...And yet whatever it is, these moments, these encapsulates of time, these finite pixels of never-ending grandiosity, cause the breath to stop, cause the moments to freeze, cause the attention to be drawn elsewhere.  And whatever was seemingly so important and crucial before, becomes engulfed back into the moment like the sun being drawn slowly down from its highest heights to where it can no longer be seen. Back down into the horizon.  Back down.  Back down...
Soar high into the month of June, my sweet friends.

11 comments:

Pitterle Postings said...

Oh, these are breath taking. I love them.

Beach House 27 said...

Debra - perfection. Your description and understanding should be "the awareness oath" you have to take if you are lucky enough to live on the beach.

Your insight and the way you describe goes so strong and deep in me - you can't imagine. With huge sadnesses in your life recently, you're teaching me acceptance and peace through your writing. Thank you - I need that.

And you've just made me all the more determined to get my muralist brother to paint the ocean on my back fence.

Marsha

37paddington said...

Simply perfect.

May was a tough month, but you remind us that life goes on, and there is beauty to be found, always.

Thank you, and love.

Unknown said...

thank you thank you thank you

deb?

your heart heals mine always.

Catherine said...

How wonderful it would be to live by a beach ~ if even for awhile. The flat prairies get a little tiresome sometimes.

Beautiful!
xo Catherine

Miss A said...

oh how I love your photos! And I understand what you mean. My long term goal is to have kids and raise them very close to the water, to the ocean. There is a calmness about being close to the water, about hearing the sounds of the ocean that takes away a lot of my pain. During one very hard winter growing up in New York, I used to take the subway to the beach every day after class. I was going through hard times at my house and it seemed the only way to go about feeling better.
Loved that post.
Miss A

tj said...

...Just beautiful my friend. :o)

...Blessings...

Sharon said...

Ah, yes, the ocean...my favorite place on earth. I welcome June with a smile and deep breath of relief that rainy May is over.

Shrinky said...

Oooooh, that final photograph is absolutely breathtaking! You truly do inhabit a little piece of paradise, and how wonderful that you are able to savour and celebrate that, rather than to so easily take it for granted.

Keep soaring, it lifts the soul of all you come into conjtact with!

Mark said...

Those shots are stunning. Your Friend, m.

Laura said...

exquisite dear one! oh I think the moments are clear and awefilled no matter where we live...as long as we stop to notice. I do love the ocean...but I feel the same thing (at least I think I do) gazing through the windows to the forest behind my house...congrats on 25 wonderful years...we just celebrated 23:-)

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