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?
There are times when nature seems so much at one with me that I can hardly bear it and early this morning at my precious Garrarus Beach was one of those.
I had some fairly deep-rooted dental work done yesterday afternoon and woke feeling very raw indeed. Puppy Stan greeted me with such enthusiasm down in the dawny kitchen that I just had to give him a gummy smile and succumb to his pleading eyes to go for a walk.
It was like we caught Garrarus before she had time to get dressed. The tide was lower than low and it was like she was doing everything possible to show us her roots ~ her beautiful reflective roots.
Here’s a sense of the wide open, cleansed, untrodden space that welcomed us: