You magnificently expressed your thoughts in just one stanza, Hege and I feel the same when I ascend the mountains, take a dip in rivers and plan a trail in dense woods. Thank you!
I adore being by the ocean. I think for me, it is the way it is ever changing, never static. The mesmerising sounds of the waves as they break on the shoreline. It's as if the sound of the waves breaking is the oceans release of its own tension and anxiety. I often imagine that the waves breaking on the shoreline are the conclusion of a journey. Almost a sigh of relief.
Like when I discover driftwood on the beach, I wonder what stories it could tell me about its adventures before it came to its final resting place on the beach. Where it started its existence.
The sand on the beach with its no doubt billions of grains. Individually so small, yet together form a vast beautiful landscape. How many souls feet have trodden on them, with their own stories and journeys.
Is it the “feel” of the invisible winds…
Is it the “beauty” of the ocean…
Is it the “mystery” of the sky”…
Is it the “magic” of how it all comes together so naturally…
Hege, thanks as always, for the lovely poem. It’s not, and never will be, the number of words. It’s the power, the beauty behind the words!
Thank you so much Ron! So nice to hear that you appreciate my poetry ✨💛
I feel the same way. It never fails to help. I used to walk for hours on the beaches in LA
It’s so healing isn’t it!
You magnificently expressed your thoughts in just one stanza, Hege and I feel the same when I ascend the mountains, take a dip in rivers and plan a trail in dense woods. Thank you!
Thank you Vineet. Nature restores us and holds so much wisdom
Every syllable true, Hege.
I adore being by the ocean. I think for me, it is the way it is ever changing, never static. The mesmerising sounds of the waves as they break on the shoreline. It's as if the sound of the waves breaking is the oceans release of its own tension and anxiety. I often imagine that the waves breaking on the shoreline are the conclusion of a journey. Almost a sigh of relief.
Like when I discover driftwood on the beach, I wonder what stories it could tell me about its adventures before it came to its final resting place on the beach. Where it started its existence.
The sand on the beach with its no doubt billions of grains. Individually so small, yet together form a vast beautiful landscape. How many souls feet have trodden on them, with their own stories and journeys.
Thank you for sharing Dom. I love this. There’s something so magical about the ocean ✨
ahhhh. missing the the ocean! beautiful poem. ✨ 🌊 ✨
Thank you Megan! ✨
Thank you so much Larry ✨ I completely agree