It’s been a dark, wet, cold and gusty day … the kind of day that never quite seems to dawn and so all you want to do, is pull the covers over your head and forget about having to breathe for a while. Do you know the feeling? Darkness weighs you down with the burden of it’s being.
And yet, walking out in these storms is nothing if not exhilarating. Rain stings your face and the Atlantic white horses gallop towards you, froth spewing from their jaws and foaming hooves trampling all in their way… yep, you can’t help but feel alive. One walk was not enough today, we had some changes of wind direction and watching the wind play with the ocean, like a mother controlling her unruly children to shore …. well, it was mesmerising. Here’s Croyde welcoming storm Doris to her North Devon shore. This is what I call real power, the kind that will be here long after our current leaders are but mere characters in the fables called human history.
As I was walking in this semi darkness, I was reminded of one of my favourite poems by the the Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda.
“If each day falls
inside each night,
there exists a well
where clarity is imprisoned.
We need to sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience. “
—Pablo Neruda, from The Sea and the Bells ( Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
The raw, dark chaotic beauty of days like today can gift us so much, bringing with it as it does, the most powerful feelings of urgency and the desire for freedom. I guess in life, none of us truly know where our journey is taking us, but one thing is certain, the conversation between light and dark will always be a beautiful one.
And last but not least, Kshirasāgara – the Ocean of Milk, otherwise known as Saunton. Yep, those are surfers out there, we’re nothing if not resilient here in The Shire don’t you know – true ‘Amrita’
And with that, I’ll leave you to start your weekend adventure, one step at a time…. until next we speak.