I love the ocean.
Since we've moved to Northern California, at least once a month I've gone down to the beach. Now with the dogs I go more frequently because there's nothing better than letting the dogs run, chase birds, chase each other, and splash around in the waves. While they play, I walk with my head down looking for treasures.
There's nothing like walking along the beach after a storm. Lots of things wash up on the shore. Shells, rocks, seaweed... It's the start of sport crabbing season, so we're finding a lot of crab shells washed up on shore as well. We also find crab traps, rope, bouys, etc. It's really random.
I also look for rocks. White rocks. White polished rocks. The purer white the better. I have a collection of them in a basket just near my front entry way. I actually convinced my husband once to carry a two pound rock back for me. But it was white... well, nearly white... just a single streak of grey running through it... it's not my fault the rock was so big and hadn't yet broken down into multiple smaller rocks.
I thought I would share one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite poets from one of his poems... the one that starts, "My life is like a stroll upon the beach..."
The Fisher’s Boy by Henry David Thoreau
My life is like a stroll upon the beach,
As near the ocean’s edge as I can go;
My tardy steps its waves sometimes o’erreach,
Sometimes I stay to let them overflow.
My life is like a stroll upon the beach,
As near the ocean’s edge as I can go;
My tardy steps its waves sometimes o’erreach,
Sometimes I stay to let them overflow.
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| Today's Beach Walk 11/11/12 |
My sole employment is, and scrupulous care,
To place my gains beyond the reach of tides, —
Each smoother pebble, and each shell more rare,
Which Ocean kindly to my hand confides.
To place my gains beyond the reach of tides, —
Each smoother pebble, and each shell more rare,
Which Ocean kindly to my hand confides.
I have but few companions on the shore:
They scorn the strand who sail upon the sea;
Yet oft I think the ocean they’ve sailed o’er
Is deeper known upon the strand to me.
They scorn the strand who sail upon the sea;
Yet oft I think the ocean they’ve sailed o’er
Is deeper known upon the strand to me.
The middle sea contains no crimson dulse,
Its deeper waves cast up no pearls to view;
Along the shore my hand is on its pulse,
And I converse with many a shipwrecked crew.
Its deeper waves cast up no pearls to view;
Along the shore my hand is on its pulse,
And I converse with many a shipwrecked crew.
2 comments:
I enjoy reading your blog.The Ocean is a very peaceful place to walk and find treasures.Stop by Life in Johns World when your blog reading
The beach is such a great place to spend the time with dogs, loved ones, alone, etc. I like your collection of white rocks! Neat thing to look for while you are walking with the dogs!
betty
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