Sandcastles and sanctuary. Delicious and thought provoking prose from the always glorious Orchid’s Lantern. Soulful Sunday methinks.
The beach. Where water meets earth. It is damp, flat, open here. There are steep, grassy cliffs leading back up to civilization. I think I’m supposed to feel something in this place: happiness, excitement, or humbleness towards our great planet. I think creativity is supposed to bloom here, born of a new found appreciation of the small things and just being. Of smelling the ocean air, of feeling the sand between my toes. But the truth is, I don’t feel any of that. Instead of beauty I think of soliloquies, Stephen Dedalus and sulking. I feel uncomfortable; my mind awash with greyness and a longing to be Somewhere Else.
I look along the coast to the bustling amusement arcades and eateries. That isn’t the Somewhere either. I’m starting to think the Somewhere doesn’t actually exist.
Children play happily on the beach. They don’t mind the cold wind that tangles their…
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This is NICE!
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I know, it’s so cool.
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Somewhere does exist
For me it usually means it
Hasn’t presented itself
Great post Excellent work
As Sheldon Always
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This is true. I’ve noticed that my life never seems to arrive in the right order.
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Neither mine
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Thank you 🙂
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You are most welcome! I love it. 💗
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Hmmmm, quite a thoughtful peace….. a little somber maybe! I enjoyed it (however) because it brought a calming influence as I read it 👌🏾
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Orchid’s Lantern’s blog is really worth a visit if you haven’t been, some truly beautiful stuff over there.
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Ok, will put it on my blogs to visit list.
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That’s the trouble with WP, so many good sites, not enough time. I like the idea of a list.
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