Snippets, mist and controlling the wind

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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