Lately I’ve been feeling out of sorts, and I’m not sure of the cause. Perhaps it’s the unseasonably warm start to spring. Or maybe the sight of blooming Jacaranda trees shedding purple throughout Queensland streets. Possibly it’s due to the swooping birds which attack from above, or the fact that the back fence is in desperate need of replacement. Very likely it’s simply sensing that the end of another year is fast approaching (and that I think too much).
At times like these I feel like escaping the out-of-sorted-ness and moving closer to the coast.
Of course it’s a cliché to crave greater proximity to the cleansing beauty of the ocean, but that doesn’t make the idea any less appealing. And it’s not just a summertime wish either … I particularly love the blustery chill and melancholic charm of the beach in winter.
A recent visit to the seaside reminded me of one of my favourite books – To The Lighthouse – and this quote in particular seemed like the perfect fit:
“So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.” – Virginia Woolf
That special combination offered by sand and sea never fails to invigorate the mind and body, but perhaps most of all it’s that feeling of openness and delicious possibility which I find so inspiring. A wonderful antidote to my current out-of-sort feelings.
So what do you think? Shall I see you there?