Now I, personally, find huge waves fascinating. The power, the sound, the way they break.
Then again, I also enjoy following tornadoes and I love thunderstorms. Maybe it’s just me.
Today a friend up on the North Coast, specifically Lake Erie, posted pictures of the waves there. I remember the waves. That lake scares the fur off me in a way the ocean never has. It is one freakin’ scary body of water, but I DO love the waves. Since she reminded me… here are a few pictures to show you what I mean.
photos by Dave Sanford…amazing aren’t they?
Just one dang freaky lake, especially when winter storms get it churning.
The waves on my ocean are just as powerful and evocative…but somehow, even when they are raging, they delight me.
Tonight the actual full Beaver Moon shines down upon us all.
The moon is in close proximity to our little blue planet, and it shines upon us bright and filled with hope and encouragement. It reminds us of the slow turning of the universe…always changing and moving forward. And as the moon reaches its perfection in fullness …so can we all. Now is the perfect time to turn our dreams into goals and our goals into actions. To reach beyond the limitations we have placed upon ourselves and become more. Dream more. Dare more.
I danced beneath the moon tonight. The tide was soft and the breakers gentle, singing the ancient song of creation and love.
( Fullerview photo)
Then the return to reality…to kids, and dogs, dishes, and deviling eggs for tomorrow when we celebrate not moon, but sun. The blessed warmth of autumn’s embrace, another chance to cookout at the park, try new recipes, hear the laughter of the children at play. Bird songs, frogs in the reeds along the ponds. Paths to wander and sights to share. A new abundance. A new promise.
May we live up to the promises we make tonight…and remember them in all the days to come.
Another amazing day. It began early with a beautiful sunrise above the marsh, and melted into a lovely autumn day. At the school pond a flock of white ibis stalked along the water’s edge, periodically dipping their curved bills into the shallow grasses to feed.
We saw another group strolling along the side of the road at the county park this afternoon, enjoying the warm sunshine as much as we were.
Because it is Friday…and I am typing away at my current fantasy as part of NaNoWriMo with my writing group…I also spent some time staring at the ocean, exploring our local waterways, marshes and islands. So much to appreciate here. And such fertile ground for my wild imagination.
I was a bit surprised to find that harbor seals sometimes visit us even this far south! Didn’t really expect that, but they are such delightful creatures, I am thrilled with the remote possibility of seeing one down here someday; even though they frequent Long Island where some family lives, so I see them there.
Of course, my story veered away from the possible to other realms…sea lions in particular, since there are none on our North Atlantic coast. Imagine the possibilities with such a gorgeous creature.
The moon isn’t quiiiiite full yet…the official full Beaver moon isn’t till this weekend…but it sure is gorgeous tonight. It played hide and seek among the eucalyptus branches, glowed despite the growing cover of deep purple storm clouds threatening as it drove their darkness away to the sea.
I adore full moons. The way they light the night, fill even the darkest places with hope…and never fail to call me out to dance.
no idea whose picture this is…..but it looks like the moon tonight… and it makes me smile.
I think it was the beach that measured my thoughts today. Distracted, overly-busy, totally unfocused in my mad dash to get everything done for everyone, crazy thoughts danced through my mind carried on the salt-scented breeze. A storm was blowing in; billowing pillows of deepening grey swept across the bright blue of autumn’s skies…and the gusting winds danced to the ocean’s song.
I know that melody. I dance to it often; usually alone, in quiet places or in the dark, with only the waves to waltz with me. Today they brought me a companion…or perhaps ‘returned to me’ is more accurate. After all, he and I knew each other well a few years ago, when I was writing his story. Today the storms and the sea and the smell of rain from the ocean brought back those memories…of manatees, sea lions, and my hero from the sea. I think he is ready to return and let me try to finish what we began.
Got a good soaking in the rain while happily distracted with figuring out plot points and changes needed to bring it all together. Got the Miata cleaned up from its adventure with the storm ditch. When you’re already wet, a little storm doesn’t much matter.
Tomorrow he and I will meet on the page once more. So excited to return to my master of the flute, driftwood, and the sea.