My Sea
The sea a stone's throw from my house my daily landscape that shapes my days. It’s my ozone replenishment zone. The sea has many guises, waves crashing, noisy and loud, thunderous, but then soothing, gentle and whispering and repetitively resonant. The sharp call of the circling gulls fills the air and the stones crunch underfoot.
Vast, endless waves stretching towards France, sometimes wild, murky, and tumultuous, with playful white horses disrupting the surface. Then in contrast, on a gentle, soft morning the sea like a mirror, the flat calmness is inviting. The sparkling surface stretching into infinity, a delicious feeling to immerse oneself in this watery wonderfulness. Looking into the distance and the luminous light, a time to reflect, to breathe in gratitude and consider what a privilege it is to live beside, this, sometimes scary powerful monster and at others something benign and tender. The rhythm of my life follows ‘My Sea’ — driven by the moon’s gravitational pull, and rise and fall of the tides.
