I believe in thanking places that have been kind to me and Garrarus Beach has been especially kind in 2013. Hardly a day has gone by that I wasn’t out there and, no matter what, it never failed to soothe, energise and empathise with its natural beauty and animated waters.
I stole out there this evening when I probably should have been attending to Chrismas catering. It was wild and stormy but utterly majestic and the heart, or is it a harp, in the rock formation kept catching my eye:
How do you thank a beach? You need a language it will understand and I think Garrarus will understand human hands decorating it with colourful stones right beneath the cliffs, where games are played out with the incoming tide.
The Mauris in NZ throw flowers into the ocean to honor it. And, stone. I like your cairns.
Hi Sandy, I just love the idea of throwing flowers into the sea to honour it. I must do this on Christmas Day! Happy Christmas to you and a great 2014.
Such a beautiful beach–I should love to live there and visit it every day, too. I love the stones, most especially the red one and the lavender one. Nothing like the smooth glistening wetness of a stone on the beach or in the river.
Suz, yes it is a gorgeous beach and I just count my blessings to live so near it. You’re so right about wet stones having that extra dimension!