A Walk By The Ocean

"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea."  ~ e.e. cummings

 
We're back from our holiday to BC and we're still reveling in the memories we made. Visiting family, spending time by the ocean near Victoria and Sooke on Vancouver Island, taking in a garden tour or two, eating some great food, and just plain hanging out marveling at the scenery in this beautiful part of the country. The weather was great and a wonderful time was had by all.

Today's blog post feature is a mosaic of the walk we took by the ocean one Sunday afternoon. We climbed over huge boulders. Got sand between our toes. Smelled the salty air and heard the exhilarating squall of gulls.

"A beach is not only a sweep of sand, but shells of sea creatures, the sea glass, the seaweed, the incongruous objects washed up by the ocean." Henry Grunwald 

We gathered tiny stones tossed silky smooth from the sea. Hubby 'complained' he was listing to the left from all the rocks I piled into his pockets. Picked a couple pretty pieces for my desk (to touch as I think about what next to write) ... and chose a few to share with others too, as I know someone particularly who is homesick for the ocean side.

A glimpse of the sea, even in a tiny rock, can hopefully refresh a heart during for those times when she can't be there in person. Yesterday as I unpacked the bag with the rocks,  I caught a barely-there whiff of sea air. It was so fast, I wasn't sure ... did I just imagine it?

Then there was the ga-lumphy gray seal sunning himself on the sandy beach. He didn't seem to care people were around. I walked a little closer to him -- carefully -- and for a brief second we stared into each other's eyes. I hoped he wasn't ill because he was so docile, but a fellow on the beach, who seemed to be in the know seal-wise, figured it was probably a juvenile in moulting season. (Would that be right?) I didn't know seals did that, did you? It was a fine moment in nature to be that near.

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea. ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Our memories of the ocean will linger on, long after our footprints in the sand are gone. ~ Anonymous

And so, beautiful friends, there's a glimpse of our ocean walk ... which I hope will make you feel like you've felt and smelt it too. Today I'm linking with Judith on Mosaic Monday.

 Wishing you a beautiful day,

Brenda

xox