We are living through a massive period of change, globally, and probably within our own lives, as a consequence of the pandenic.
I took this photograph last evening; the view from the bottom of our garden. The tide was rolling in, relentlessly; imperceptively erodong the dunes and the rocks, and shaping a new landscape, slowly but surely.
Here’s a poem:
The grain of sand witnesses
to eons of shaping and moving
and change, What it was
last week has been imperceptively
changed; but it remains
a grain, held
together, with others.
A beach.
A place of movement
and constant change.
My owm graininess,
humbles me. Being
human brings constant change.
Nothing stops, everything moves.
Hide me by a rock,,,it will become sand.
A beach,
the accumulation of change.
Our hearts and souls,
in constant movement;
searching for
the end point;
the arms of the shaper!
Musings 