Lucky Me!
It's easy to find peace here. The Ocean pounds right outside our doors, keeping us in its rhythm, in its core harmony. We are connected to each other and the world by this constant pounding, splashing and thunderous clashing. We are just tiny voices here, lost in the sand of time and space.
Sometimes, we appear to shine, agates in the sun, catching the rays for a second, wet and sparkly and brand new. Agates are tiny stones, beaten and polished in their journey by all kinds of forces. Like agates, we end up here, on the shore, awaiting the final chapter of our days. The stories we could tell!
I've become a solitary walker, by choice. With each step, I weave a story, a narrative of losses and finds, of journeys that took me closer to what I wanted, and further from what I loved.
All narratives speak of our struggles and joys , our humanity.
With each story, with each walk, we find something new, a sign we missed yesterday, an object that reconnects us to our past.
Where do you find inspiration, threads for your narrative?
