I spent four hours at the beach today. I have the week off from work and have mostly been working on things at home, but I promised myself two or three days that wouldn't be about taking care of something I need to fix or finish (even though it is incredibly satisfying) or want to make. Today was one of them. (If you want to read the text on the above photo, click on the above photo and it will enlarge.)
I gathered a handful of small shells, rocks or beach glass that were within arms reach and thought about about how we need to really settle in and spend time to see the small things.
I knit four inches on a sleeve.
I thought about the human need to document what we see, to tell stories; whether it is with words or images.
I read twenty or so pages of a book and wrote notes to myself. Something I haven't done in a long time (write notes that is).
Four different people noticed the remains of this bird. The last, a mother and son, took it home in a paper bag to show dad. They also threw seven or eight sea stars back into the water.
The tide was low this morning.
At home I unwrapped the copper and hazelnut bundle.
There are storm clouds on the horizon.