“We need to find God,
and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness.
God is the friend of silence.
See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence;
see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence…
We need silence to be able to touch souls.”
I’ve always contended that Nature is my Church. I’ve tried organized religion and rarely find Spirit in the “house of God.” Instead, I find Him in the silence of my soul when I talk with Him, when I watch His creatures in the wild and I observe the variations of this beautiful natural cathedral He created we call Earth. However, I must confess that I also find Him in the ancient musics like Georgian chants, Latin hymns of my father-in-laws Episcopalian faith, Native American wooden flutes and the choirs of children. Music transcends, and there’s something about not being able to understand the words that lend a mysticism. I think about these things over the Christmas holiday.
“If we go on the way we have, the fault is our greed and if we are not willing to change, we will disappear from the face of the globe, to be replaced by the insect.”
Jacques Yves Cousteau
Tracks in the Dawn 2013
Dawn is chilly these days as winds whoosh down from the north. Sunrises are still beautiful and the waves greet my morning walks with happiness, but there’s more to the beach than sunrises and the sea. Truly. For there are creatures about every night. They Scurry across dunes, fighting on the shoreline, chase prey or amble down to the sea after birth. Turtles crawl. Birds chase crabs and mollusks. Deer prance. Occasionally I’ll find a spot where a skirmish occurred, marked only by footprints and crevasses and sweeps from fur or feather. The sand tells countless stories. We just have to pay attention.
Two Pelicans at Sunrise 2014
But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.”
The world seems to be spinning out of control. I cannot stop it. I’ve no tools in my belt for that task. For now I will continue to fling beauty into cyberspace and work as I can to make tomorrow a better day.
My mother prefers photographs of water to look like, well, water. Time exposures aren’t her bag but she puts up with my passion. What are your preferences? Here the soft dawn merges into the soft pearl essence of the sea lapping gently on the sand, uncovering a rock. I just love the simplicity of vertical landscapes like this with all the elements painting a surreal image.
Sending everyone love and acceptance for just who you are. Don’t change a hair for me.
“For my panacea…..let me have a draught of undiluted morning air. Morning air! If men will not drink of this at the fountainhead of the day, why, then, we must even bottle up some and sell it in the shops, for the benefit of those who have lost their subscription ticket to morning time in this world.” (Henry David Thoreau)
Morning air!!! My favorite time of the day, bar none, is that moment between darkness and dawn. The sky begins a subtle brightening. The air is clear and clean and coats my lungs with purity. Suddenly, as in a Disney cartoon, the birds begin to sing as if on cue.
That really happens.
Once, during my predawn walk I spied a dead stone crab high on the beach. As big as a dinner plate, the crab was beautiful and thick with black tipped claws and sandy colored body. I admired him, then walked on to take photos. It was rather dark still, so I decided to sit on the sand for a different angle. About 10 feet in front of the crab I sat and shot for a bit. After shooting I rose and walked to the water, dipping my toes in the foam. Walking back for home I noticed the crab missing. Missing! Was he not dead? A shiver went up my spine. If not dead….where?! I found where he’d been and discovered the footprints of multiple gulls. While I was shooting, the sound of waves and wind in my ears, the gulls were feasting 10 feet behind me….and I never heard it.
It is time to begin again. Time to get off my ass and jump back into the world of the living. I’ve MISSED blogging! I realized I never finished telling you about Scotland! I’m not sure just what happened but I think exhaustion was the culprit. Lots of eldercare responsibilities and living out of a suitcase. Oh, yeah. That’s what it was.
I mean, look at this beautiful world! The ocean is my front yard! (well, kinda) I also mentioned doing a photo essay on something called beach nourishment. (look it up) That’s about to start in earnest here at my beach and I’m not looking forward to it.
I’ve been stupidly saying things to myself like “who needs another freakin’ sunrise photo?” Well, truth be told…I do. I need them. My soul needs them. As Sting says “That’s my soul up there….” So, I’M BACK!!!
Pink Perfection (C) 2014 by Debi Bradford
There is something about a beach that is everlasting. The ocean is always moving. Currents and winds and swimming beasties and the moon and tides and our beautiful planet revolving on its axis and a myriad of actions serve to create the moment you see above.
Patterns (C) 2014 by Debi Bradford
Crashing waves, swirling eddies, and gentle foamy water washes deposit shells, bits of flotsam, fossils, minerals, coral and the debris of the eons creating nature’s abstracts.
Finale (C) 2014 by Debi Bradford
Clouds fight for the eye’s attentions as the sunrise wakens the beach and pelicans begin their morning foraging.