It’s been hard to ride my bike continuously along the coastal trail these past few days. Every few feet I am stopped in my tracks by a breaching whale or pair or three! I have begun to observe how the birds show us where the next whale will breach. And I love seeing pairs breach in unison!
Plus, have you ever heard a whale honk?
Today I cracked open a new Moleskine notebook – the small watercolor album. I’ve never used it before, but there is liberation in a small blank page.
I sat with a piece of seaweed in front of me on the beach, and was able to take the time to let each layer of paint dry, adding more layers until I found the olive green-brown that satisfied me.
Today my gift from the sea was the chance to pay attention to the way colors mix on a page. And to sit for long enough to feel the quality of the ocean’s embrace. I was inspired to jot these words down too:
She approaches with a low rumble
as if a stampede of galloping hooves roll in
from the horizon.
She rolls and curls
and like many gentle fingers
she envelopes with a
Soft yet definite
holding the power
to move boulders
grain by grain
of our brief time here.
Today – Friday, June 3, 2016
Check out more of my journey in sketches on Miramar Beach in this gallery.