There was space in my life today so I seized the chance to take what may be my last walk around the beach in Tramore for 2015. It was overcast, misty, windy and wet but I loved every single step of it.
There was a real sense of in-betweenness about the walk ~ these last days before a whole new year opens up in front of us.
I couldn’t but think of the old year leaving the stage when as I watched this gull taking flight:
And this man trudging homeward in the soft sand down by the end of the beach was yet another symbol of the departing year:
It was round by the Backstrand that I got a sense of the new corners and undulations that lie ahead:
But all the while, there were gems of the sea shore to keep me firmly grounded in the present moment:
More than anything, the old railway sleepers that are so much a part of the Back Strand in Tramore made me think of both continuity and change as they gleamed in the dull light:
What or where are YOUR symbols of the in-betweenness of the old year and beginning of the new?
Today has been a busy day and one on which I spent time in Clonmel, Co. Tipperary. Clonmel is a bustling town and a place which was ‘home’ for eight years of my life ~ years when I was studying and working in Dublin but travelling back and forth to see my parents and new found friends.
On my way home this evening, I stopped off on an old bridge, Sir Thomas’ Bridge, which is about two miles outside the town and one which was the half-way point for many a walk. As I watched the River Suir flowing swiftly along, I couldn’t but think of all the ups, downs, currents, floods, ripples and waves that have unfolded since I last stood there in the mid-1980s.