Tramore was deserted this morning as the high tide greeted the day.
I was more determined than ever to see it this morning having met a very dear friend yesterday who is now feeling old age creep up upon her. She was once very like me ~ an early riser, a sea baby, a sports fanatic, dog lover and a great walker.
She was looking well but confided in me that the thing she misses most about ageing is not having the energy, balance and mobility that she once had to savour the delights of Tramore which is her natural habitat.
The longing and memories in her eyes were etched in my mind as I walked along the beach bewitched by every single wave that hesitated ever so momentarily before breaking into a white foamy smile.
Happy November All and thanks to everyone who took part, in whatever way, in The Festival of Bridges which took over Social Bridge for the last few weeks. It was a great experience and I’ve come to meet all sorts of new people through it, which is brilliant.
Today has been like an interlude between finishing a book that you’ve loved and looking at the pile of books that are waiting to be read and which hold promise.
The day started very early indeed as the dogs were restless with the Halloween fireworks and the like. As a result I ended up being up before dawn and got to see the sunrise.
While out walking, I was thinking about the concept of the new normal which is so dominant these days. It tends to be used a lot in the context of grief and how we have to come to terms with ‘the new normal’ but it is also used in relation to lots of aspects of life.
It’s a notion that has long grated with me and I wasn’t able to put my finger precisely on why until today.
Basically, I think that the notion of normal is very much a social construct that we build to give ourselves a sense of security. But really, our lives are changing all the time in a whole host of ways.
Trying to come to terms with a ‘new normal’ seems to me to be as futile as puppy Stan chasing birds on the beach. He runs and runs and they soar up into the sky and leave him looking stunned and frustrated every time. Sometimes, he even loses sight of what he’s doing and races into the sea after a gull that takes off over the ocean as soon it it spots him on the rampage.
Why not think of life as ever-changing moments which are there for us to experience, learn from, endure, enjoy?
There sun will never rise on November 1, 2014 again. It was a magical time here on the coast of Co. Waterford ~ an energetic awakening to the importance of seizing the moment.
What’s your feel about the concept of the new normal, especially in the context of coping with grief?
When I was out in Mount Congreve Garden last Saturday, I stood at this spot for a long time, listening to the birds and the swish of the soft breeze as it kissed its way through the woodland. The smell of the wild garlic was so potent and evocative. The soothing sight of white on green was a tapestry of Spring ~ and was all about soft growth and the significance of light.
Achievement isn’t all about rushing around but it is about seeing and seizing opportunities in what may be unexpected places.
Stradbally Cove tends to be the end-point for many of my jaunts along the Copper Coast here in Co. Waterford. I thought I was alone there last Monday when I was seizing what felt like the first day of Summer.
But a horse and rider were soaking up, and creating, the atmosphere of a place which always fills me with a deep sense of gratitude for the endless possibilities that nature provides.
Somehow, it felt wrong to disturb their peace. Theirs was a solitude that was obviously precious ~ one of those captured moments that sustains the soul.