It’s no secret to anyone who reads this blog, follows me on social media or who has read my book babies that I love the beach. I’m not fussy about it being an endless stretch of powdery sand…..although…I am partial to that, I must confess.
My local stretch of beach, tiny and shingly as it is, is perfect. It’s my “go to” place to recharge my batteries.
“Hello, my name is Coral and I’m a beach addict.” Ha ha
Recently, I escaped for an hour or so. I’d been stressing and over-thinking a few things and needed to just chill for a bit. As I sat in a quiet sheltered spot, watching the world go by, an analogy struck me.
A previous high tide had dumped a line of seaweed along the shore, all the “junk” that no longer served it. All the crap of the week gone by.
The tide was low as I walked along and the sand was all rippled by the waves. All the thought patterns laid bare for all to see.
It was so low that rocks normally covered in water were exposed. The raw nerves perhaps that are best kept hidden from the public eye.
Scattered along the shoreline were some small shells. Precious memories to be kept safe and treasured for another day.
Something else that struck me as part of this analogy was that several people were running rough shod over this freshly exposed area. Just like in real life, people trample all over your memories and emotions, oblivious to how it makes you feel.
In due course, long after I’d packed up and meandered home, the tide would come back in, it’s waves soothing the bruised and frayed beach underneath. The rocks would be covered by the river and the ripples smoothed out and washed into a fresh pattern on the next tide.
Sometimes everyday life gets to us all. Whether its work stresses, family stresses or reminders of the past, there are times when we each feel exposed. Times when we feel that we have bared our souls to the world only to have it trampled on. But, like the low tide at the beach, these moments often don’t last long and are soothed away by a change of tide.