Have you ever heard the call? The call to head to a certain location?
Do you listen?
This morning, although the temperature was frigid, the beach called to me.
I have not been spending as much time as I desire outdoors lately so when the beach called, I dropped everything and went directly there.
Nature holds many surprises if you look around and notice the details.
The windswept sand and snow is a temporary painting on the landscape.
I dare not walk past without admiring its beauty.
“Of winter’s lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer’s secret
Deep down within its heart.”
~Charles G. Stater
There is something so mystical about the beach in the winter.
It is other-worldly. The sights, sounds and scents are very different from during any other season.
I stood in this spot for an extended period of time. Taking it all in until my face started to hurt from the cold.
With my ear buds in, listening to music I found myself dancing. I know. Weird, right?
I was alone on the beach without a soul in sight and here I was dancing!
I rejoiced in the sensation of pure bliss – of Spirit and surroundings.
Think I’m odd if you want to…whatever. Before you pass judgement though I dare you to give it a go for yourself.
“Land really is the best art.” – Andy Warhol
“[W]hat a severe yet master artist old Winter is…. No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel.” ~John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers,” 1866