Finding Time

When I thinking about finding time to do my creative work, I think about walking on a long, sandy beach, picking up seashells that are filled with golden light. They aren’t all filled with light, so I really have to look for them. I imagine that sometimes when I go on this early morning walk, the light is just right and I can see the glow from the shells as they sit on the sand. Their glow reflects off the wet sand in the blue morning light. Sometimes there’s just one seashell. Sometimes there’s a constellation of them. Sometimes there aren’t any seashells to find, and that walk is full of yearning and memory. I can’t control their appearance. I wouldn’t if I could. This is a delicious, foraging, meander and it awakens the mind with wonder.

Advertisements

One thought on “Finding Time

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s