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| misty morning looking out at Depot Bay |
Just like
everyone else trying to cram in more sun-filled excitement, last week was our final
getaway for the summer. We had time with
our kids and grandkids on both ends, but sandwiched in between was a couple of
days at the beach.
I adore the beach! Warm and sandy or a stormy, craggy perch to
view, like the gulls...ahhh, I’m smitten.
The melody of the waves crashing or gently lapping is quieting and
cathartic; I’m infinitely aware of how small I am in contrast to the vast sea.
The
snippet of down time plopped in the center of an upending, brutal few months was
just what my soul needed. Breathing
musty, salt air, allowing the wind to pummel sand against me – which by the
way, gives you perfect beach hair, not the try-to-get-it from-a-bottle-type – and
time to write. Observation: My
last post was three weeks ago…that’s sad-sack stuff.
dis-si-pate
disperse, scatter, squander, separate into parts and
disappear or go away
A couple
of days prior to arriving at the beach, the word dissipation came up in a devo I
was reading. How it was used fascinated
me because it wasn’t the norm – like to evaporate. Doing the trendy thing, I googled it;
discovering an interesting definition:
to spread thin, losing effectiveness.
Watching
out the window at the bay, I saw this happen.
Mist surrounded the town and headland, swirling with the changing winds;
a game of hide and seek. As quickly as
it formed, it would dissipate – becoming translucent, revealing the scenery. In the frolicking game, the mist was
effective at obscuring the view, but then it would vanish, scattering in the
current.
An
interesting dilemma mimicked: How often
do I become like the mist? Cold hard
truth? More than I care to acknowledge;
winds of worry and doubt…blustery busyness …squalls of chaos and upheaval…breezes of too much contentment
and disengagement, blowing from who knows where.
I can’t
control the wind, but I can choose to be set so I don’t dissipate. The kelp growing in the bay waters are fixed
to the bottom. They are tossed in the
faux wind and mist that the waves create, but stay put, flourishing. I do adore
the beach!
The sun
broke through the early morning mist, (I even took a few shrouded shots at 3:30am - I'm not a morning girl), tiny shards of beach glass were collected
and glasses of cream sherry, warmed by the day were shared.
I’m getting
all misty, but in a good way…
Missy
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I believe this word dissipate applies to all of us who either going through or will be dealing with the changing winds of change..Welcome back...beaches are good...Love Mom
ReplyDeleteThanks. The nice part about wind is that it sends us in a direction and freshens the air!
DeleteNice description of the misty days we had while there. We sat and watched it with fascination.
ReplyDeleteMarlene, I could sit and watch the ocean for a life time and never get bored. It's always changing.
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