I like walking the beach. It is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing my feet.
The rhythmic action of the waves catches my attention. Each wave washing ashore is different with its terminal points resembling a changing graph with many peaks and troughs – but each wave retreats to interfere with the next incoming wave.
No matter the day or time, the waves have a rhythm – but they differ from loud and roaring to a gentle ripple – yet all are refreshing on my feet.
Waves – the heartbeat of the sea delivering a reliable steadiness – the steady presence of the message they deliver.
Waves – the poetry of the sea singing tones of aquatic melodies for our souls.
Waves – one of nature’s languages sending bliss to those enjoying their mere presence.
Waves – the rhythms within a rhythm – a different rhythm, but no less a rhythm – the tides affected by Mr. Moon. The tide is either moving in or out – a movement I can’t tell unless I know it’s timing. Yet, this relentless rhythm keeps its own time – the time of the next tidal crest.
Waves and tides – two of the timeless, reliable rhythms of life that make creation and the nature within it so grand.
I like the walking the beach for it is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
Amen. Frank. Beautifully written. You know who’s fault it is you can live on the beach all the time. Hint: Not mine. 😀
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John,
Thanks … and this is an example of what came out of my head in almost a month on the beach … and given the location of your home, no wonder you are a novelist!
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I have often said “no better place for creativity.” 🙂
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John,
Thanks for sharing a bit of your creative secrets.
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Anytime. 🙂
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There you are, echoing so many of my own thoughts about walking the beach Frank. It’s just the best thing! ❤
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Pauline,
Ah ha … we are in sync. … but you have the advantage of walking the beach much more frequently than I. … For me, at least I had it at my disposal most of January. 🙂 … glad you enjoyed this one.
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Lovely. You caught the rhythm nicely.
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Elyse,
Oh my … another rhythm in the post – Elysian Rhythm … now that does have a ring.
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I’m loving this series… Happy March, my friend! 🙂
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This is beautiful–so accurate and poetic at the same time!
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Love this, Frank. Now you having me wishing for a beach… I am long overdue… Oh man! It’ll be a year next week!
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Keep the beach walking posts coming! Maui so far tops our list of beaches to visit but we’re open to suggestions.
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I love beach walking. Although, there’s no murals along the beach where I live. I’m very lucky to live near the beach of Lake Ontario. From my door to the sand is 2 minutes.
Hey, the Palais Royale is at the top of my beach walk. Great history there. There’s also a boardwalk for miles.
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Resa,
Although no murals on the beach, there are many signs of creativity. Cheers to your proximity to the sand!
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Frank, I am glad you posted a number 2! I felt as though I was actually there by the sea. You make me nostalgic for the ocean. This post read to me like poetry, so beautiful!
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Lenora,
Many thanks for the kind words. Although I didn’t try a poetic approach, I did try to write in a different style. So if you found it to be poetic, so be it .. and thank you! Meanwhile, I can say that Walk #3 is in the queue. 🙂 Hope you also watch the videos because I try to find the video that matches what I’m trying to convey.
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Beautiful, Frank. I love walking on the beach–or even sitting or standing, watching and listening to the waves.
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Merril,
Thanks for your kind words. Waves can be mesmerizing.
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Yo Teach!
Good shtufffs, Frank. Waves, wind and a blue sky; a place to be young again. Be it for a hour, a day, a week or longer if one is lucky.
You cannot beat a good beach. Restorative. Sensual. And humbling. Where leopard skins are poured from bottles by young and old alike. An old conquistadors can simply spend the day a signing names to each wave that blesses the shore. You can even lay back an solve the problems which nip at life’s toes. Or. Escape/teleported into the sun to explore the tapestry of the universe.
But the Ocean, with the potential of raw rage, has a sensual, seductive side. There is just something about a wave as it caresses a shoreline. To quote myself –
you, with your blue eyes and gold hair
with a promise running through
one step to left, sound footing
one step to right, sweeps me away
oh baby,
how the curve of your waves strum me
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Calvin!!!!
How and the heck have you been? I can tell you haven’t lost your touch for prose. Your response is a post in itself … excellent thoughts … and better than my words. Well done.
To help you out, here’s a past post (from last week) that sets up this one. https://afrankangle.wordpress.com/2017/02/21/on-a-beach-walk-no-1/ … which also means more thoughts from walking are to come!
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Frank, as a relative of my father’s often replied when asked that very question, ‘ the lord doesn’t want me and the devil doesn’t know what to do with me’, comes to mind. In short, am just peachy, thank you very much.
My words are hardly better than yours. I just say what comes to mind.
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Great song, aFrank. It has a funky beat. Dancin’ … Dancin’ … Dancin’
I think I’m a mermaid. I adore the beach and the ocean. This post is a page from my favorite things in my life. Glad you enjoyed walking …. walking …. walking.
Isadora 😎
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