Strength

I need the strength and power of the waves I watched yesterday to wash me clean and awaken me:


I'm not sure I am ready for what I have to do but I will do it.

Somewhat Cast Adrift

Cast Adrift? So what do I mean by that? I wish I knew exactly but I am muddle-headed after a week where a mild bug has slowly and inexorably dragged me down to a place where my arms and legs are as heavy as lead. This is never a good place from which to take a level headed view and I should know better than to sit and mope right now.

The beach is truly deserted. I feel marooned and almost, curiously, redundant. Glorious solitude has become miserable loneliness and I certainly didn't see that coming. I pride myself on being self assured but my need for others has been exposed like a raw nerve in a tooth. It hurts. I didn't see that coming either.

Perhaps its time to stow my things and head on away from the beach for a while.. or, perhaps more sensibly, for good. I suspect that I was always an inlander at heart and that I should leave the strand behind with my head held high and some very happy memories to sustain me as I look back and dream of my life by the sea.

In the meantime, I will throw myself into my work and reflect.