Monday, 28 September 2009

The Beach


Today Elizabeth and I walked on the beach, a lonely beach empty of other people. Heavy grey skies reflected pewter in the water. A solitary heron staked out the shoreline, poised and intent; seagulls swooped and squawked and squabbled.


Up on the hillside, the bracken was turning to rust, and autumn began idly plucking the leaves from the trees.


So still, so quiet, so magical. This place of eery peace felt as though it would be an easy step through into another world if only the entrance could be found or the right words spoken.


But we could not find the magic portal, and our tongues could not conjure up the necessary incantations. We left the wild and enchanting lonely beach, retracing our sandy footprints back to the land of humans.


But if I close my eyes, I can still hear the cry of the gulls...


9 comments:

Naomi said...

Love the post! Im here on the other side of our enchanted Island and I can feel the magic too. I keep getting waves of it, emanations of The Goddess as we move into winter. Its so palpable but, like you say, so impossible to put into words. Astoundingly beautiful and poignant, still and deep, fierce and loving all at the same time. Wow.

John Gray jgsheffield@hotmail.com said...

we are in Trelawnyd in flinthshire.......pretty but not as wild as your area....
good blog entry

laoi gaul~williams said...

lovely~we are slowly getting a stillness here in the new forest~the holiday makers are going home and i have a constant rising of excitement within me~i see autumn and winter as my time of the year

dragonfly said...

Do you think we can bottle this moment?...if we opened the bottle would the sounds of the city vanish? Would my nose twitch, my skin tingle with salt and sand, my sight be softened with hews of grey breathing in space....wonderful moment captured on your blog and there I am in the picture!
:o) Elizabeth

willow said...

I love the coast, not just for the sea and the beach but because there is so much sky! - something we miss out on here.

Blogger wouldn't co-operate when I tried to comment on your previous post. It was lovely piece of writing, I'm thinking about change and balance within our family at the moment and it struck a chord- really liked the cobweb photo too.

Griffin said...

I know that feeling... I miss Brighton sooo much! Not as wild nor as sandy, but still... the sound of the sea, the faint cry of the gull...!

Sue Simpson aka - The Purple Pixie said...

Oh Moonroot....I just had to give you this....
http://the-creative-spirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/honest-blogger-award-because-shift.html

Love and brightest blessings
Sue xxx

Spicy Cauldron said...

Ah, the magick of being near vast bodies of water... Our earliest ancestral home... x

Danny said...

That is pure poetry, Moonroot.
We have been following your life for some time now but that is one of the best pieces of writing that you have created.
Chin up and soldier on.

With very best wishes,
Danny & Fiona