Time!

So much for good intentions. More than a week has passed since I posted anything on my blog and I can’t think what has happened to soak up all my time. Even emails have been neglected for days.

However, walks on the beach usually trigger thoughts and the last couple of days have done just that.  The amazing hot weather has slowed down the thought processes though and it might take a while for random thoughts to develop further.

Scoured by sea and sand

two thrones await king and queen

on the evening tide

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Changing times, shifting sand

I found it relatively easy to think of a title for my blog. ‘Life’s a Beach’ because it seemed to fit with the idea of ‘Amor fati’ that I’ve blogged about earlier.

Life has times when things run smoothly and periods of rocky uncertain times. Looking at beaches – and we’ve done a lot of that since we moved to south-west Scotland – I see smooth sands, areas ribbed by the tide, parts smothered with heaps of sea-weed and vast expanses of sharp shingle and smooth pebbles. Then of course there’s the ubiquitous plastic which has proved to be a blessing and a curse.

We learn as we go through life, to take the differences, to enjoy what we can, change what we can and accept what we can’t control.

Or, to quote Reinhold Niebuhr, hope for the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

It’s some time since I wrote the poem ‘Life’s a Beach’ and I’m still not happy with it. There will be a more drafts, but this is still ‘work in progress’.

 

Life’s a Beach

 Shifting sands

Soft- sliding dunes

Carefree castles

Sun-baked stones

 

Chilling waves

Turbulent tides

Pools of dark mystery

Sun-bleached bones

 

Dingy detritus

Sculpted driftwood

Scattered jetsam

Shells or shelled homes

 

Challenging boulders

Crumbling cliffs

Eroding edges

Dared us to roam to

 

Cavernous depths

Whispering grasses

Walls of kelp

Washed with foam

 

Bobbing like flotsam

Trapped in rocky places

Shingle crunching

Life’s maelstrom