It was really windy. The wind blew my hat off and I had to chase it like a mad woman across the beach. Sand hit my exposed ankles like a million tiny pin pricks.
And then once you've finished thinking about that, you could think about how we have hundreds of thousands of colonies of microbes inside of ourselves, we are a walking planet giving life. Both huge and tiny all at once. Significant and insignificant. Then I realise I'm in a dirty big grey area and so get the hell out of there because that's some scary shit.
I'm going to respectfully disagree with Meecie (Karin) and say that life is a transition every single day. Choices, variances, the ability to move this way or that, and then even (often) move back in a day or two. And there's nothing but time. Which I mean to say that mistakes will be made, and mended, and learned from and then quite possibly made again. I'm glad your heart took you to the ocean. Mine doesn't like all the sand. ;) But when I go places my heart takes me, I'm usually quite happy with the results.
So weird, it is a constantly changing experience, and yet there is this very large part of us that PROTEST the change. As if there were anyway it could be resisted. I am starting to find that actually pretty funny.
Ha! this! Me too. I have spent a large portion of my life trying to hold by tides. Like trying to scoop out the ocean with a bucket. IMPOSSIBLE but yet, I was doing it. And it made me incredibly sad. Now I realize that ocean is supposed to be exactly the way it is. (ya know, minus the pollution...)
I hope you don't feel alone. Because you don't have to. Your LJ friends are sharing your journey, and if you need them to be in physical proximity, we can bring you here.
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