...not necessarily a memory,
nor necessarily the past or present.....
It was a sunny day on the beach,
With a bright blue sky & nary a cloud,
Not a soul there to bother this old fart,
Walking the beach to sooth his old heart,
Yes a beautiful day to fulfill a fantasy,
The sky was actually way too blue,
And so was I, for some reason blue too…
Mother ocean was there to of me console,
For something on me had taken its toll,
Inside I was quite torn, like an overused, under washed cloth,
I had been struck with a knife, cut inside, unseen,
Bleeding from within, crying on the inside, smiles on the out…
I had to force myself to walk on my beach,
Not a good sign for a beach lover like me,
I had to walk away the hurt next to my special sea,
I wanted comfort, but knew not where to turn,
My internal cut was turning into a burn,
My external smile did want my feelings to of it spurn…
ED, I think feeling blue and being the only one
on that beach perhaps had something to do with
you're feeling blue. That sky came close to the
California sky which is a tad lighter and no clouds.
I think there's a lot of Daylight Deprevation Disorder going around. This has been a rough winter. Walking outside is great therapy. Feel better, my friend.
On the beach you can see forever and the walk is not impeded by anything except your willingness to walk on while your thoughts collect and regroup… Hence, a poem.
thought and emotions can freeze up like a beach ...hopefully they will thaw out ... spring is not too far away ... the important thing is to keep walking that mile ...
Nice image, bubba. A great place to walk, talk to yerself, pray, and chuck stones. Alone is efficacious sometimes. Especially in nature. No devious-spirited wankers trying to pick your pocket. I hope you're ok. Arguments take their toll on a soul. I know. Had quite a few me-self. You still love each other. Peace ole friend... r
Sometimes we have to walk the walk and not talk the talk. Many things can be ironed out in our thoughts when we take these solitude beach walks. Whether for real, or just in your thoughts.
it's much harder to walk those sands then when i was young, but i still do it. love the ocean scenes an the seagulls too. and the food - yeah, so good.
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
Sepsis knocked her down and out. Faith, hope, and gave her the strength to get back on her feet. I am a Runner She fought the river of death They said she'd never run again
She proved them wrong...
Join me as we travel together on the road called "Aging." I will be sharing my personal experiences with you and offer ideas on how we can better navigate the complex byways of our older years. Grief, healing, generations, ancestors, and more.
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on that beach perhaps had something to do with
you're feeling blue. That sky came close to the
California sky which is a tad lighter and no clouds.
Always,
Deborah
Walking upon the beach...yours as one with... to cleanse the spirit.
Peace...
Lady Mary Ann
Regis
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
with an old heart.
From the ocean and beach,
May you never part.
You can find peace there,
better than at Wal-Mart.
Micxhael D.