When I looked out across the bay I saw, just a few hundred feet away from me a female whale with her calf. I wonder - did she know I was there - had it been her that had helped me ??
As I walk along this deserted African beach, I watch the sun rise from behind the distant mountains - forming a silver pathway across the bay. It is as if it beckons me to follow unquestioning - uninhibited - uninitiated.
Between me and the start of the silver pathway, the beach is strewn with many black rocks, which at first are smooth, sundried and welcoming but are now covered in broken limpets and barnacles. The rock pools here are larger - threatening to ensnare my feet....
A bird flies freely above me - silently - it's white wings reminding me of peacefulness and security. It chooses to head inland across the houses as if to say 'Come - for this is where you belong.......' and yet the silver pathway somehow looks more inviting. As I watch it shift and change shape with the moving tide - I am reminded of the many choices I am free to make..... Should I sit on the smooth, dry rock behind me on the edge of the beach - or should I sit here on the rough limpet covered one? One is the safe choice, but the other one is somehow more interesting. Or maybe I should even go a little further to where the surf is lapping over the rocks - there they are covered in tiny muscles and tiny red sponges. I am bound to get wet - but I will be at the mouth of the silver pathway....
As I sit here looking into the rock pools I see the tiny creatures who have no choice in where their life leads them - they get swept along by the tide, buffeted and battered - finding occasional solace in a warm, tranquil rock pool. Soon to be snatched up by the returning tide and into the whim of this untamed power.
I have a choice.... As I walk along this deserted African beach, I watch the sun rise from behind the distant mountains - forming a silver pathway across the bay. It is as if it beckons me to follow unquestioning - uninhibited - uninitiated.
Between me and the start of the silver pathway, the beach is strewn with many black rocks, which at first are smooth, sundried and welcoming but are now covered in broken limpets and barnacles. The rock pools here are larger - threatening to ensnare my feet....
A bird flies freely above me - silently - it's white wings reminding me of peacefulness and security. It chooses to head inland across the houses as if to say 'Come - for this is where you belong.......' and yet the silver pathway somehow looks more inviting. As I watch it shift and change shape with the moving tide - I am reminded of the many choices I am free to make..... Should I sit on the smooth, dry rock behind me on the edge of the beach - or should I sit here on the rough limpet covered one? One is the safe choice, but the other one is somehow more interesting. Or maybe I should even go a little further to where the surf is lapping over the rocks - there they are covered in tiny muscles and tiny red sponges. I am bound to get wet - but I will be at the mouth of the silver pathway....
As I sit here looking into the rock pools I see the tiny creatures who have no choice in where their life leads them - they get swept along by the tide, buffeted and battered - finding occasional solace in a warm, tranquil rock pool. Soon to be snatched up by the returning tide and into the whim of this untamed power.
I have a choice....
