Why do many of us have this romantic fascination for, what is essentially, trash found on the beach?
I've walked the shores of Rhode Island for over thirty years with my head almost constantly down looking for discarded shells and glass and pieces of wood tossed and worn down by the constant movement of the ocean.
Once these little bits are found they are taken gently in hand and treasured.
Collected.
Items that if found any place else would be thrown in the garbage.
Maybe it is all metaphorical?
Maybe that is all I desire?
To be found and treasured despite being less than perfect and worn down by life's constant movement.
To be thought of as beautiful in my imperfectness?
7 comments:
oh you came back!
okay i'll link you again, you'd been gone a long time :)
welcome btw!
oh, my dear Lady,
You are so beautiful.
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You can find some beautiful things on the beach if you take the care :o)
My daughter, when she was small, used to bring home from the beach little stones that she found beautiful. She would then solemnly present them to family and friends, saying that this was a 'wishing stone'. Almost two decades later I still have mine, and I think it's just granted me one of my dearest wishes :o)
What beautiful thoughts.
WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO THINK ABOUT LIFE. I LOVE IT.
you have a wonderful way of looking at the world.
Good Afternoon Dark Lady,
I hope you find the someone that will give you what you desire.
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