Thursday, November 22, 2012
The Voice of the Sea
The sea was hoary, hoary,
Beating on rock and cave :
The winds were white and weeping
With foam dust of the wave.
They thundered louder, louder,
With storm-lips curled in scorn —
And dost thou tremble before us,
O fallen, star of morn ?
- A.E. in The Earth Breath and other poems. 1879
Yesterday I rediscovered an old haunt of mine - a white sandy beach at the mouth of the Carmel River. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed going there in the winter after a storm to see what gifts the river laid upon the beach. It was like connecting with an old friend with whom you share memories of a time long gone by.
So, on today - Thanksgiving Day - I am grateful for the river and the sea that still have the power to draw my spirit....and their gifts for those with the eyes to see.
Photographs © Denise Sallee 2012