OBSERVED: more people + rougher currents = more trash. Some of it has barnacles on it indicating its voyage through the tides, and some of it is up on the sand, a recent addition.
COLLECTED: nothing
Another gorgeous evening. I kept T. OCEAN close since the rip currents and shore break where incredibly strong. I almost lost my swimsuit body surfing a wave into shore. A man next to me lost his eyeglasses as he attempted to fight off a 6 foot break. He didn't stand a chance. None of us did with that pounding water, but it sure was a thrill to try.
This evening I read a wonderful short passage from a thoughtful and poetic book called Still Life with Oysters and Lemon:
...the Atlantic expanse...that shoreline's a perpetual image of change, and of freedom. Nothing stays there long, be it shell or seawrack or seal, dinghy or beached boat. The exact edge where where water touches land is never still, constantly revising itself, expanding and contracting...And mobile, too, instable. The open horizontals of coast are the figure of fluid and aerial being--not rooted, not grounded, not held down or back by attachment.
Personally, I take a deep satisfaction of knowing that every day will be different along this coastline. Perhaps it is the sense of freedom in that wide open space - that feeling of not being rooted or attached - which allows me the joy of simply being right there with no desire to be elsewhere.
Your,
Little Mama Sea Keeper
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