I think I’ve developed an allergy to mobile phones or more specifically to feeling that I’m always within reach. It’s not that I’m hankering after old-fashioned telephone boxes, operators and Press Button A … but I just want to break free, at least some of the time, like a kite snapping its string and sailing off into the blue.
This morning, for example, I went for a long phoneless walk on the beach here in Tramore. Half the people I met were either chatting on their phones or checking texts or emails and I recognised a former ‘me’ in these people. But there I was today with an immense sense of freedom; I didn’t even have a watch with me!
I’m wondering how on earth we have got so wrapped up in mobile phones that are supposed to be ‘cordless.’
I only realised today that the act of re-vamping one’s CV is more than just a practical job. It jogs all sorts of memories and also squeezes a lifetime onto a couple of pages.
I’d been working on my CV for the early days of this week and this morning I made a mad rush out of the house to feast my eyes on the beauty of the sea.
The tide was out so the three miles of Tramore sands seemed to stretch forever and there was such a sense of living in the moment ~ cocooned between the past that is summarised on the CV and an unknown future. What bliss to be in the present in the place that anchors me most through its familiar, but ever-changing beauty.
Tramore Beach, Co. Waterford has long been recognised as one of the most beautiful beaches in Ireland, and to me, it is the most beautiful beach in the world. Even in the dark days of December it plays with light and colour in ways which never cease to soothe, inspire and touch every sense.