I like walking the beach. It’s good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
In advance of a storm front due to pass in mid-afternoon, many clouds dominate the sky. They are not a solid mass, but an irregular one showing a seemingly unlimited spectrum of gray. The clouds nearly saturate the sky as ritual smoke as they move to their own cosmic dance.
Scant patches of blue periodically appear as holes leading to a greater beyond. Sometimes, an opening aligns with the sun to shine light on me. Other times the sun transforms a puffy cloud into a brilliant white aerial statue.
The wind is a little stronger today at it assists me in my eastward walk – but I know it will provide resistance on my return trip.
The winds travel across the water’s surface creating ripples for as far as I can see. I look at the thick clouds above whose lower surfaces appear as ripples caused by the same wind. There must be a connection.
The sea is more agitated than normal – unlike their more placid nature of yesterday. The red flag warms visitors of riptide currents, yet the sea is far from the fury whose tempest took ships to their unexpected but permanent mooring on the ocean floor.
The storm is not yet here – and may or may not live up to forecasted expectations. The clouds serve as a blanket of anticipation – but not a positive one because they display a haunting gloom of the approaching afternoon worry.
Storms make people anxious – just as the difficulties, trials, and tribulations do in life. Personal storms tend to weaken fragile foundations, but those with a strong cornerstone survive and come forth with strength and wisdom.
I think of storms as metaphors because storms are like problems, scrutiny, anger, life changing events, trials, and tribulations. We are aware of the political storms of controversy and ideological differences, but brainstorming seldom solves these problems.
Fortunately, information does not imply that the current and approaching weather conditions are aligning to be the perfect storm – but I wonder about not only its turmoil, but the calm on the other side – even the possibility of a rainbow, then the sunshine to follow.
For now, I don’t worry. I enjoy this time because walking the beach is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
Aha Frank! The day you walked the beach in this way is being reflected here today – only I’m not heading off to the sea as I know it is going to be very cold and windy there. Winter has arrived here abruptly, ending a prolonged and indulgent autumn. Very fitting thoughts on the topic of approaching storms – here’s to always riding them out and seeing the rainbows and sunshine on the other side! (Haven’t listened to that song in many years – still a great one!)
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Pauline,
Thanks for the reminder that the storms heading toward winter are different than those moving toward spring. Yet – they share a common feeling of anticipation and adjustments. Very cold and windy? No thanks! Any idea about the next walk? Glad you enjoyed the song!
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The next walk will be after the storm? Unless you were terribly brave and decided to walk during the storm 🙂
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BINGO … but I won’t say which one. 😉
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A great post Frank, the link too. Living in south Florida hurricane season is ominous. I survived Andrew a fast moving storm still so destructive. So we start thinking about it June 1st till Dec 1st!
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Holly,
I’ve never dealt with a hurricane, and hopefully I never do. They are storms are another level! I can’t imagine the before and after feelings.
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It’s very traumatic Frank. After Andrew blew through there were no landmarks left, one could not recognize their own neighbor hood or find their way around the most familiar areas. A totally different and devastated landscape. One can only hope that nature will spare them these disasters. On a less ominous note, I hope your day is going great. 🌷
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From afar, scenes are horrific – and I simply can’t imagine being there for the aftermath. Thanks for sharing.
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Frank, you are a very terrific writer. You say what you think, and what you mean you articulate, wonderfully.
Boy you gotta love your woman!
She’s a storm, and you are riding.
x
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Resa,
Thank you for the kind words. I like writing the beach series as I try to keep the same tone regardless of the topic.
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I see that!
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This is one of those things I want to figure out. Why is the ocean, or virtually any substantial body of water whether a lake, river, or the ocean, so rejuvenating. Give me an afternoon on a beach with the ocean before me, and I’ll feel better. Guaranteed.
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Mark,
Good question about the beach and water. 1) For me, the beach is far away – so when I go it’s a renewed novelty from the norm. 2) A beach with surf also has a rhythm, which calms a person. 3) I grew up in a town on the Ohio River – and the presence of water is a calming influence. Even though I saw it every day, there is something soothing about it. Maybe because it’s a barrier – or a place we don’t live. I get the same feeling when I see the river in downtown Cincinnati.
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Beautiful, Frank. The metaphors you connected are very meaningful and I think time at the ocean’s edge is contemplative time like no other. I’m always glad to hear of your experiences and I particularly enjoy your beach walks! And “Riders on the Storm” is one of my all time favorites.
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Debra,
Thank you for the kind words. Metaphors are interesting – and I’m trying to connect with them more. … and I couldn’t resist using Riders on the Storm. I recall think about it when I was walking on the day I wrote this.
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I’m finding myself also drawn more and more to metaphors, Frank. Interesting, isn’t it. They often fill in gaps of meaning so much better than explicit description. Your beach walks are glorious. 🙂
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I love every song he wrote, our poet, musician, he grew up next to me.
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Cindy,
Ah ha … another fan of this song … and yes – Morrison was a poet!
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What a beautiful post dear Frank, you are amazing. Thank you, Love, nia
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Nia,
Thank you … and thanks for walking along with me.
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Frank, so wistful and pensive. Really enjoyed it. Carried me away (also just a call back to a comment of yours I forgot to reply to – the beach I’d like to walk on is veeeeeeeeeeery far away from me!)
Also, Jim Morrison..what a sexy, timeless poet. LOVE The Doors.
Fiery
Xx
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Fiery,
“Wistful and pensive” – now that made me smile. I try to strike and maintain a tone with this series, you just made my day. I must ask – where is the beach you long to walk?
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Yay, happy I made your day! You struck that tone perfectly .
That beach is far far far faaaaaaar away…😉💜
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OK … so you are going to be difficult and not tell me so I can sulk the rest of the day. FYI: The closest beach (ocean) is a 12 hour drive. … but I’m not sure about my dream beach … hmmmmm …
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We all have a dream beach somewhere 😉
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Absolutely … PS: I heard Meghan speak recently and I didn’t detect a British flair … YET.
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I don’t think she’ll be going all Madonna married to Guy Ritchie on us!
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I imagined myself walking on the beach with you as I was reading your writing Frank. Loved your post today.
And that song. Reminded me of my sister who never stopped playing that song while we were growing up!
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Colline,
The fact that you sense walking the beach while reading is quite the praise – so many, many thanks! Interesting how many of the comments mention this song. 🙂 Thanks for sharing your remembrance.
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I did enjoy your writing this week Frank – and look forward to accompanying you on more beach walks.
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Thank you … .and all goes as planned, the next walk will go up 9:15-9:30 pm next Sunday.
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Beautiful writing, Frank. I love the metaphors you used and felt as though I was walking right along with you. Thank you for the beach walk this morning. 🙂
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Robin,
Thank you. This year I’ve tried to think about metaphors more – which is something the best writers do ever so well. Knowing that I took you along for this walk made me smile.
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Storms are the perfect metaphor for life. Those that can ride them out benefit from the experience. Good post, Frank.
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John,
Oh yes – a perfect addition to this walk. 🙂 Thanks for sharing.
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Frank,
You totally nailed it with the storm metaphor. I can’t think of a better way to lose what ails a soul-filled heart than a good walk (even with shoes on).
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Monika,
Thank you. I find it interesting that numerous comments are about the metaphors. 🙂 Cheers to a good walk.
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At least I didn’t refer to Mark Twain’s thought on walks. “Golf, a good walk spoiled.” 🤣
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LOL … but I also like golf.
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Excellent. That makes one of us. 🤣
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Frank,
Nothing like the ocean.
I like the parallel you draw with storms. It seems the world has been weathering a big one for some time now.
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Marc,
Thank you. Non-weather storms have been around as long as humanity …. hmmmm …. and no end in sight. Cheers to the ocean!
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That’s why the ocean is so important. It can also provide the peace and calm.
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Bingo!!!!!
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Some people are very sensitive to wind sounds – it bothers them and makes them uneasy. My mom was like this and she often said she could never live by the sea because of that endless wind…probably the same on the high plains – good she wasn’t born in pioneer days.
I’ve heard it said that only adults/mature brains/the sophisticated notice the various shade and slight differences in colors – like in clouds. You must be one of the stars with that.
Nicely done
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Mouse,
I can see how some people are sensitive to wind … especially the constant wind by the sea and other places. Hooray – cheers to me for noticing what others can’t. (New to me) … I avoided using a reference to 50 Shades of Gray.
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This was so lyrical and poetic, Frank. Lovely walk,
And yes, storms of all sorts are a-brewing.
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Dale,
Thank you. As you know, I try to achieve a rhythm with these walks … so glad to know it feels like a poem … therefore, I hit the rhythm. 🙂
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You succeeded
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I think you’ve captured how every walk–even in the same place–is also different. Let’s hope that there are rainbows and calm seas and skies in our futures.
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Merril,
Absolutely! Out of the 43 days, I probably walked the same beach over 30 days … and yes – each day is different … .and yes – I have a future walk about that. 🙂
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Love that song, Frank. It’s storming here in Florida, but I’m safe and dry indoors, so no worries. I enjoyed walking the beach with you, but if there’s a cold wind, it can make my ears hurt. Have a great week.
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Sylvia,
Where we go in Alabama, oh yes – the wind can carry a strong bite of cold in the winter! My key – ear muffs! Thanks for walking along and enjoying the song, too.
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I dedicate this song for you and your post. Trust me you’ll love it.
Walking on the beach and feeling the sun speaks like this:
Smash Mouth – Walkin’ On The Sun (Official Music Video)
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Charlie,
I like it …. and thank you … and I guess this also means you enjoyed the walk. 🙂 Thanks.
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I always enjoy the walks on the beach. Makes the mind think and having my journal next to me sparks inspiration to write. 🙂
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Now that’s high praise … thank you … and glad I can be of assistance.
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What is the closest thing to going on a beach walk yourself? Reading these descriptions of your beach walks. Your descriptions of the clouds and sky are… breathtaking, the metaphor of a storm applied to our emotions, just perfect.
Love this, and love the song too. A friend suggested a song to me recently (you know who you are if you read this), which (amongst many other beautiful lines) had the lyric “I feel like driving in a storm”… A simple lyric but one that seemed much deeper to me. In case you are interested, this is the song. I have listened to it on repeat for about a week now.
From aFA: If the above link didn’t work, try this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PC1YYi1fhGM OR listen here on SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/all-ears-meet-muzik/clint-mansell-ft-not-at-home
Look forward to more beach walks.
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Mind,
I’m humbled by your high praise of this walk. Thank you. Two FYIs: a) I generally publish a beach walk Sunday evenings (915-930 pm Eastern US) … 2) Feel free to visit past walks by clicking Beach Walk Thoughts in Categories on the sidebar or click here. https://afrankangle.wordpress.com/category/beach-walking-thoughts/
The video didn’t work – but if I listened to the correct one, oh my … gorgeous music. For others, here’s the link. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PC1YYi1fhGM …. is it correct? Let me know so I can replace it above.
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I’m pleased you liked the song. I can’t open your link, I think it may be to do with copyrights between different countries??? could be way off base with that though? I’m sure the one you have posted is likely to be correct. It’s a long piano intro, followed by a few simple and beautiful lyrics, including the words “I feel like I’m driving in a storm/I’m not at home when I’m at home”. I also love the lines “I have no instrument/I’m using yours” which has a lot of significance to me, literal and metaphorical. Anyway, this is very off topic.
Loved your beach walk post.
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https://soundcloud.com/all-ears-meet-muzik/clint-mansell-ft-not-at-home
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Definitely a song from a movie. 🙂 Thanks for the SoundCloud link. I added it and a YouTube link to your comment.
No doubt in my mind about copyright issues being the reason. What country are you in?
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I am in New Zealand. I can never open YouTube links people post on here!
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Welcome to another Kiwi. … Is it OK to call you by your first name (as per email address that I see)?
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Yes, of course. My name is Rachel. Nice to meet you, Frank.
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🙂 … pleasure is mine. My topics here are wide ranging (see Categories), but it’s a respectful place. I’ve only written one poem here … actually not long ago – Also in Categories. I invite you to see the one.
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I will take a look, thanks Frank. If I’m correct, this was one of the first posts of yours I read. I may have even commented on it if I remember correctly? It was beautiful.
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Ah ha … hence how we met. 🙂
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You should definitely write more poetry. This post of your beach walks is most definitely poetic. Must be in your bones!
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Thanks for encouraging. I try to maintain a certain flow/style/tone for the walks. I mainly write nonfiction. The “Fiction” category is low – but outside my comfort zone.
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Love this. Storms at the beach are my favorite. The power, the strength. Great video too.
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Patti,
Thank you for the kind words and I’m glad you walked along. Because of being able to see so far across the water, watching storms approach is interesting. I recall several years ago when we watched the light show of an off-shore storm. Spectacular!
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Lovely use of the first line again at the end of the piece Frank. I love storms – the atmosphere and storm-light before they arrive and the exhilaration of the storm itself.
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Andrea,
I started using the same first & last lines one the first beach walk – and it seems to work. I think of them as the bookends with the topic being the books. Yes – storms can be exciting – well, as long as they aren’t part of a disaster.
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Sadly with all the rain we’ve been having here in Ontario, our beachfront if flooded, the erosion caused by the water is unbelieveable. Climate change is here, and it is not good.
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Catherine,
Flooding this spring has affected many. Yes, not good.
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Your feet must feel fab! Mine sure do after reading this.
I know storms can wreak hazard, but as a kid in the prairies I saw some doozies come in. You know the black cloud on the horizon, the suddenly black, thunder, lightening and hard rain.
20 minutes later: felled trees, big puddles, a quiet calm and the rainbow you speak of.
Your song choice is PERFECT for this post!
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Oh, now…. this is one brilliant brilliant post, Frank [including my childhood darlings, the Doors! 😉 ]
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