I came out of my tent and made a cup of tea.
This is what I saw.
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| Inskip Camping Grounds at Rainbow Beach, Queensland |
This is what I thought.
Sunrise over ocean.
The waves are making their infinite sound.
The water is glistening and glowing
like molten silver under the suns reflection.
A black bird hops across the sand in front of me.
The tarp is flapping in the breeze.
My cup of tea is hot and tastes like a luxury.
And time is perfect.
My soul is happy.
I am outdoors... in nature.
By Wendy House 18/10/2015
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| My art journal entry that day |
Years ago I only ever camped in the mountains. Always on the lookout for the perfect camp site beside a running creek or stream or swimming hole. Trees and rainforest walks. Grassy sites to pinch a tent and never any sand or mud. Rain. We often got lots of rain and a storm.
We never camped at the beach except one time only where I slept on a mattress on a tarp on the sand on the beach with a mosquito net strung from a tree and tucked around and under the mattress we slept on. That was me and Alexia (about 8 years old I think) and her Dad. We had just picked my daughter up from a Girl Guides Camp she had been on for a week. We collected her and did a random thing and drove to the beach to camp because we had met another couple in a picnic ground having morning tea and they had told us about how to get there and what to do. It was a good nights sleep and a good overnight beach camp. But the ex's favourite was The Mountains / Rainforest. So that is what we did.
Now we come to the beach to camp.
It is my husband Mick's favourite and he has introduced me to something I have in turn fallen in love with.
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| Looking back towards our campsite as the sun is setting. |
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| Mick and his beer. xo |
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| Looking left |
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| Looking right |
And I remembered I just love the beach, the surf and the sand.
I remembered holidays with my Mum and how good it was to go to the beach for our holidays. I remember my dad had a boat for a short time and we would spend whole days on island beachs with family and friends. What good memories.
It is good to enjoy memories. I spend a great deal of time pushing memories away. I don't usually even sift through to find the pleasant ones. But that is another post.
Cheers and Love,
Wendy
