How odd we are...more like the Magpie we become as time passes !
We collect shiny things, surround ourselves with supposed wealth in a vain attempt to satisfy the hunger within.
Standing by the ocean gives one a certain clarity of mind...the cool breeze and the salty air combined can calm a muddled mind and ease a weary heart.
The joy of wandering isolated places where the only marks in the sand are of footprints...soon to be washed away by the incoming tide, the beauty of impermanence is ever present...nothing will last forever !
My eye is drawn towards the road where a line of pristine houses sit, their windows reflecting the sky back upon itself in an attempt to show the beauty of itself...but where are the people I wonder ?
There is no sign of life to be had in any one of these houses...I say houses as they do not appear home-like to me, to label them as such would give the impression of home, a place of comfort...of family, this is not the case from what I observe !
How often do we crave a thing only to have it sit gathering dust, unused, unloved...again the Magpie comes to mind, gathering all sorts of shiny objects, surrounding itself with wealth, unaware that the weight of all it gathers may keep it earthbound unable to spread its wings and fly !
I wander on, picking up small polished shells that the ocean has prepared for me to examine, I smile to myself as I feel the smooth surface between my fingers...then lay the shell back upon the sand to be discovered...to be enjoyed by another passer by !
I allow the magic of this place wash over me, knowing I can come back at any time, knowing I will discover something new each time, by not anchoring myself to the supposed riches of life I can spread my wings and find new horizons...new tomorrows.
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