Self-sufficing solitude
‘I lie as I am in the light, content in my surroundings. Oh, to be in nature again! To feel the air and coolness on my skin, to hear the sounds of water and to breathe the oxygen-rich air! This is freedom: a beach and alone. “I was taught to feel—perhaps too much—the self-sufficing power of solitude,”: wrote Wordsworth. It is intoxicating.’
It’s four o’clock somewhere
Lying in the sun and living deliberately. Thinking about life and death and a life of purpose. Part 2 of the Away Again series.
Where does this love of the sea come from?
A creative look back on childhood memories of boats, bays, and marinas. An excerpt from a much larger work that I hope one day to have published.
Away Again
I saw the sea eagle first, gliding low, searching for sleepy fish, riding the updraft from the small cliff face that rose above my chosen end of the beach.
