37 – Beaches v2 *

This is the second walk I dedicate to my readers because these are their words that I have transformed into this walk. Thank you readers for sharing your wisdom with me.  Special thanks to Jude for providing the photos. Jude is in the UK and I encourage readers to visit any of her blogs: Cornwall in Colours, Travel Words, and others. Please tell her I sent you and feel free to comment on her images here. Jude’s work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Click the above video for several minutes of background waves as you read.

I like walking on the beach. It is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

The time is early and the sky is transforming gloom to color. This place and this time is a freedom for wondering and wandering, receiving and embracing the gifts of this lifetime. This place is where the seashells whisper my name and the waves curl over my toes. 

We all need a refuge, a sanctuary to use, exiting our everyday routine – and this place is one of mine. A place where the retreating waves pull the sand out just a bit from under my feet while I empty my mind.

The beach is miles long and the surf seductive with its sounds, but even the seagulls are quiet at this time. All that sand puts into perspective how small we are. Knowing each grain was worn down over time – yet, in the universe, our world is but a grain of sand.

The tide is low now, which means it will soon be bringing new gifts to the beach from the sea – then it will go out again to search for new treasures for the beach to use, enjoy, and admire tomorrow. Both above and below the waterline, the tide is our rhythmic connection to the moon.

The sounds are of another world – safe, encased, and separate – soothing, calming, and good – refreshing and cleansing. The sound on the beach can take anyone away from life’s chaos. The sound controls and prevents the take over by quotidian worries from overwhelming any mind.

I love the ocean roar, plus the clatter and tinkles of the shells on the beach as the waves recede. But that satisfying roar – a roar of uncontrolled power is a roar that puts me in my place. Yet, the gentle rolling and whooshing sound are comforting in almost a primal way.

There is a pattern to the waves that I find soothing, comforting. It can be whipped into a fury, but it always seems controlled, unapologetic. As if they are following their destiny, waves continue returning as if the beach is their destiny while giving me a timeless experience. Sometimes I think waves to be words the ocean uses to express itself – and it has much to say to those willing to listen.

Nothing beats that expanse of sea and sky opening limitlessly before me. I stare across the water to the horizon, which offers me an infinity where everything was possible. 

The horizon is where it is. It’s a cut-off point – an exact moment – the moment we cease to exist, nothing else. The moment of a friend’s disappearance or my vanishing from life here. Still, I wonder if 

Beyond the horizon is where we walk with the faith it took to get somewhere nearer to the end of something and the beginning of another. 

I’m walking at dawn – a hopeful time, as well as a time delivering gorgeous colors to enhance my view. Dawn is a time providing renewal and hope for the future to anyone willing to look for it. A new day is indeed dawning – a chance to push my reset button and acknowledge the possibilities in a new day. 

I started this walk at a moment of little brightness – a time following moments of dark. Brightness slowly appears, then a hello from the edge of the sun. For a few minutes, the universe seems aligned and at peace. Then BAM, it fully rises, and I have not grasped how much time has passed. A time of hope and possibilities – a time of endings and beginnings. There are very few things in life that can beat a walk on the beach during sunrise. Suddenly I stand in broad daylight.

I’m glad there were some clouds today before a sunrise because, without the clouds, the sun at sunrise would be too brash. The clouds soften the time by spreading the sun rays across the sky.

The sky is expansive here – yet in the woods, the sky is a sliver. No matter where one stands in the great outdoors, the sky is a language all to its own. While the sky can be moody, I love watching the change of weather. A turquoise sea turning to dark gray as the clouds gather with the sky reminds me that this life is full of infinite possibilities.

Except on days the fog hangs as a still moment, the wind seems ever-present on the beach. The wind blows away stale air and brings healthy negative ions to my environment. From gentle breezes to the wild and crazy, wind evokes a language within us. Different each time, but always refreshing, resisting, or damaging. But different winds teach us different things. After all, did you love the wild wind when you were younger?

Anyone can become entranced with the beauty of the shells – yet, we forget they were home to a creature of the sea. Maybe that is why seashells hold the voice of the ocean. Can anyone imagine how lifeless the beach would be without seashells?

A heron flies by on his way to its first stop of the day – to stand like a solitary soul waiting for acceptance. The living things here have such a breadth of adaptations to suit their particular needs. Although they are not on this beach, I remember those little clams disappearing into the sand after being exposed by the receding waves or digging hands. Mother Nature is incredibly clever and wondrous in adapting all creatures to a physical configuration leading to their survival.  

I see many footprints on this day – each weaving and carrying a story into the sands of time. Some are heavy with thoughts. Others are tired from the trials of their day – even others enjoying mental freedom allowing their maker to soar over the waves. But, I wonder whether someone eased their worries and tensions just through a long walk, or whether another finally proposed to his loved one!

As daytime nears its end, the sun has recharged everything – including hearts. Now we watch … 

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Sunsets are magical, and one at the ocean is that liquid gold beauty that invokes gratitude naturally. Yes – a good sunset truly is balm for the soul – a beautiful ending to one day; especially, if it was a bad day, that brings a promise of sleep and a new day ahead.

Night is nearing, so maybe tonight I will see the moon’s shimmering reflections on the sea that will illuminate hearts. The moon – the personal divine light of many – a moon inspiring George Bailey to lasso the moon all for a girl. And yes – the wondrous moon in the night sky will lead me to tomorrow – a time when I will walk again on the beach because it is a place where we can forget the world and all its woes. Besides, I like walking on the beach for it is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

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128 thoughts on “37 – Beaches v2 *”

  1. Describing the sensations of walking on a beach is hard as there are so many emotions and their boundaries intertwine, yet you have managed to do it so well. Thank you, my friend.
    Yamas!
    ps. I will certainly visit Jude! Wonderful shots.

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    1. Marina,
      I still remember a feeling when this one assembling this post. The other one was more bit by bit. With this one, I recall having many broad concepts early, then realized I couldn’t go back to the volume 1 style. … and that’s OK because it worked. … .and please do visit Jude. Yamas.

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  2. Another beautiful, calm, relaxing beach walk, and another successful collaboration with your readers thoughts – including mine! 🙂 The way you weave comments together so fluently is remarkable. 🙂

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  3. The sounds of the waves….so steady and rhythmic – that’s the reason when we go to York Harbor, Maine for vacation we stay at an inn on the water and have our own little balcony so we can watch the fog roll in and out and hear the seagulls and MOST of all the sound of the ocean. It’s better than any sleeping pill and MUCH better for us too! Great post Frank.

    Pam

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    1. Ann,
      Welcome first-time beach walker to my friendly sands .. .and thanks for coming over from Jude’s. Glad you enjoyed the option of the sounds while you read. I started this blog in mid-October, and the idea to add this came shortly before opening. The interesting thing about this walk is that the words are not mine, but a collection of reader comments from many of the previous walks. For me, it’s a way to say thanks to my readers for enlightening me. All I did was collect the thoughts and give me some coherence. The previous post is also this way. I invite you to visit any of the past posts.

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          1. I really agree with you there! Being able to interact with people from all over the world and to discover like minds has really helped at a time when I can’t visit friends who live locally. Blogging is a wonderful tool!

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  4. Dear Frank
    we live only 10 min. walk from the beach in North Norfolk and love our regular beach walks too. It’s so relaxing feeling the sea breathing. The only disadvantage we don’t have a real winter. We were used to a sea with ice and snow for several month when living in the Artic. That’s grand and the light in spring is amazing.
    Thanks for sharing.
    Keep well
    The Fab Four of Cley
    🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

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  5. I’m listening to your ocean sounds while I also have classical music on in the background. When I finish reading, I’ll go to Enya, who I also love to listen to while I write and read. You’re right, Dawn is a promise. When I was younger I never saw dawn; now I relish this early part of the morning and never miss it. Each time I read your posts I hunger for a trip to the beach. Not here – it’s freezing and we got 20 inches of snow. When we’re vaccinated, I see a long drive south in our future. 🙂

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    1. Pam,
      Ocean sounds. classic music, and Enya … wow … that’s quite the auditory feast! I wish I could take credit for “Dawn as a promise”, but a reader provided that – so cheers to whoever it was. Meanwhile, stay warm and start looking ahead to your drive to the beach. I’m scheduled for dose 1 on Monday!

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    1. Mary Jo,
      I had to laugh about the frozen comment because I know much of our country seems to be in a grip of cold and snow. Glad you enjoyed this walk and Jude’s photos … and cheers to you for visiting her blog. In terms of the words in this walk, all credit goes to my readers for providing them.

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  6. What a wonderfully rhythmic, hypnotic tune to go with this, Frank. My favourite photos are the setting sun and those mussels. It was a long linger today, deservedly so, and I still need to catch up with Tuesday. 🙂 🙂

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    1. Jo,
      This post was fun to compose. Well, gather the thoughts of others and weave some sort of coherence to them. Definitely different. So all priaise for the words for to the readers here. Jude’s photos do work well, and that mussels pic is is a good one. Glad a touch of Enya was about to being the icing on the cake for you. 😉

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  7. Jude’s photos are beautiful! It’s interesting how everybody’s words seem like they could have been written by the same person. The ocean’s beaches pull at our hearts in very similar ways. Love the Enya music and images.

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    1. Barbara,
      Thank you for the kind words and glad you enjoyed Jude’s photos. I’m thinking … wow … this walk and the previous one involved many collaborators! Your statement – that is how the ocean and the beach pull our hearts in similar ways. Glad you enjoyed Enya!

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  8. Morning walks on the beach are contemplative and divinely rich. For me it’s a good time to relish the day’s plans and relish the tapestry of the early morning scenery. If the walk is at sunset, then it’s an opportunity to feel satisfaction that the day was well spent.

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    1. Rudi,
      Glad you enjoyed the words – but praise for that goes to my readers. This post was a bit different. On behalf of Jude, she thanks you, too! Ok … I’ll take the credit for selecting Enya. 🙂 I invite you to see the previous walk that is also based on reader comments, but my photos (except 1) … and more Enya!

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    1. Lisa,
      Thank you for the kind words and I’m sure Jude also appreciates your thoughts. The words in this post are special and yes – poetic! I chuckle at the thought of how this walk and yesterday’s may be the ultimate collaboration. Who knows how many people are involved.

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  9. More magic found here Frank with your pics and Enya. Love all. Your words flow like the ocean. The sand is so good for the feet and shin splints.. and exercise I give out to clients…. See you reflection in the water as we walk.. different times but with the same sentiments in peace and love! ❤️

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    1. Cindy.
      First of all, I laughed when you mentioned shin splints. Not sure why – probably because it surprised me. Glad you found some magic and relaxation with this walk. Credit for the photos goes to Jude, my collaborator. Credit for the words go to my readers because they are words I lifted from past comments – and then fused them into a post. …. but I did do a little, so thanks. Glad you also enjoyed Enya!

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        1. Actually got the idea with some topic-specific walks. For instance, I’ve already drafted from the comments of horizons and the sun. Knowing there were still many wonderful comments out there, the idea of Beaches popped into my mind …. perfect … and two walks worth! It’s an interesting challenge to do. recommend trying it.

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  10. Yes totally agree with your sentiments of how the beach is so restorative and I am lucky to be near a beautiful one here in Tauranga. I have followed Jude for a few years and her photographs are always a pleasure to view.

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    1. Suzanne,
      Welcome first-time walker on the white sands of my beach. And it seems all the way from New Zealand via Jude. Love Kiwis – but you may be the first here. 🙂 The beach is unquestionably restorative. It may work on each of us in a different way, but it takes us to the same place. Relaxation and provoking thought is what I try to do here, so I invite you to visit any of the past posts to get a feel. Because you like photography, I feature photographers on many walks. 🙂

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  11. Your passion for the beach explodes here, Frank!
    The beach sounds at the top are my fave so far. I like the way you made the moon seem like a sun in waiting, in the end. Cheers!

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            1. OK … I’ll take credit for selecting the thoughts. 🙂 … Thanks …. With this and the previous walk, only a couple of recognized their thoughts … and I didn’t “record” names when I collected. A toast … clink! … OK … it’s my early morning. … with OJ …. then again, it’s noon somewhere.

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  12. Love this: “seashells whisper my name”
    I have a soft spot for seashells – many a happy hour was spent filling my bucket up with these treasures. Their shapes, patterns, sometimes with an inhabitant still intact (which we then return). Listening to the larger ones for the whoosh of the mini-sea contained within. The idea that they are whispering my name tickles me.

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    1. Radkika,
      Thank you for your kind words, and glad this walk delivered calm and relaxation. That’s what I try to do! Jude’s pictures are wonderful, so on behalf of her, thank you. This walk (and the previous one) were fun to put together because the words are comments by readers in previous walks. A way of thanking readers for what they give me.

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  13. Sunsets. You know that’s what I miss. On the North Norfolk Coast you get sunsets, cos facing north you can also see west. But we face east… But moon rises… must get down there some time and catch a moon rise.

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    1. Crispina,
      Your thoughts are a perfect example of how position/location is everything when it comes to the opening and closing actions of the sun and the moon. When I’m at the beach on the northern gulf coast, the balcony faces south … so I get to see sunrises and sunsets over water. 🙂

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    1. Michel,
      I too appreciate the look of these shells. I find something very unique in that photo. Regarding the words, thank you, but all credit goes to people like you – my readers whose comments I find to be profound. All I did you use them, and then melt them together into something sensible.

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  14. Cincy

    Your ability to craft these many wonderful waves into a single piece is why I consider you the Maestro of WordPress. You just have that wonderful gift. This ‘walk’ was rhythmic, and I think I got sand stuck between my toes now.

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    1. Elizabeth,
      Thanks for going into the archives. This walk is an extra special one. These are NOT my words, but words for comments on a variety of past walks. Words by commenters that I lifted, massaged, arranged, and edited into a walk of its own. (Some with the one before this one) … and as a tribute to my readers. Glad you enjoyed!

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  15. Another beautiful post put together by you with the words of your loyal following. A wonderful collaboration. And love me some Enya. Makes me realise I don’t listen to her enough.

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      1. You succeeded. The flow was lovely. As for listening while working…it is rare there is anything at all. I used to listen to my favourite radio station but since changing internet providers, I no longer can get it and my radio is kaput. I might fold and sign up for Spotify.

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              1. My kids and friends mock me for still listening to the radio. I love CBC Music. It goes from contemporary – with a lot of Canadian music I would never hear otherwise – to classical, to blues and jazz at different times on Saturday nights, to quiet new-agy stuff on weeknights from 10 pm… I don’t ever need to change the dial. And it’s commercial-free.

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    1. Athira,
      Welcome first-time beach walker. Thanks for the kind words and on behalf of Jude, she thanks you as well. I didn’t start out this way, but I’m now featuring photographers – which are the walks ending in an *. Topics vary from walk to walk, but my format is consistent. I invite you to look at any past walks that catch your attention.

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