Evening already. Oh how time flies when you’re in Barcelona! And this time, it took down the sun with such speed that only a few clouds were still getting their cotton backs warmed by this middle sized star by the time my feet touched the sand.
A couple of months ago I had been wondering about what makes us all be drawn to the seaside. It’s all just sand, water and sky above, if you really think about it!
But that is precisely what it is….the simplicity of its components! A return to a form of innocence, often to memories of sandcastles being built with all the seriousness of a 5 year old. It is a lesson in happiness, starting from the basic ingredients, it is a (heavily commercialized and overcrowded) form of outdoor meditation.
Floating in the salty water, like flying in a dense, liquid sky. One hand after the other, in a rhythm close to breathing, body tense and relaxed at the same time. This is the closest we get to being birds, I think to myself. If you go far, you have enough clear water beneath you to look down and pretend you’re actually up high.
Lying on the warm sand, with your ear to the ground, you can hear other footsteps crunching the grains together, making it all even finer. You can shift the sand under you till it cradles you perfectly, a make-shift bed meant to last only a couple of hours. After you’re gone, others will wonder whose shape they’re treading on.
And the fire fades out, but the sand remains warm, your heart beats with the waves and the wind fills your lungs.
Joy, this is what you’re made of.