This morning I decided to take my camera with me on my walk with Griff.
I haven't been taking many photos lately, but it was a beautiful, cool morning
and the tide was out; perfect for a walk on the beach...
This is Muir creek...named after the naturalist John Muir who lived not far from here
in the early days of pioneers...
The pacific ocean flows in and out of the creek twice a day and at low
tide you can walk along the beach for a few miles.
There was the usual sights and sounds along the shore...seagulls...
Seals basking in the morning sun...
Acres and acres of seaweed...
This beach is sometimes called the fossil beach because of the ancient layers of
seashells embedded in the cliffs and boulders...
Aren't they beautiful with their swirls and curls?
Wild asters lined the shore as well...
Hanging gardens adorning the cliff face...
Well worn stumps of driftwood as well...
As I walked along I was remembering the last time I was here.
It was last August with my sister and her girls.
We spent a gorgeous summer afternoon here, with food and ciders and the dogs...
playing on the giant logs and boulders.
And then the most interesting thing happened...
...right at the exact spot where we had spent the day picnicking
a flock of crows showed up...
If you don't know, my sister had a thing about crows...
She fed them everyday and had a collection in her house of everything 'crows'...
They weren't anywhere else on this massive stretch of coast.
Ravens are the usual corvids around here, not crows.
Ravens are much bigger and tend to dominate the crow population, so when this
group of about 10 or 15 showed up, I thought it quite magical...
I'm struggling along these days and trying to pick my way along this rough road before us...
Up and down, good and bad days but time is a healer
and my morning walks are all part of it.
Meditating on the days gone by and looking to the ones ahead
but mostly being here in these moments of the present.
Holding on to these moments of gratitude for having her in my life...all be it too brief.
'Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.'
John Muir
6 comments:
The crows were there for a reason.
A beautiful walk. too
I"m thinking possibly the crows gave affirmation of her life and her love of them. Also, your love for her. I do not believe these happenings are coincidence, rather providence.
Believe it or not, I feel you pain, and see your healing.
Thank you for sharing breath taking beauty and your thought and your sister.
Nature is very healing, grief is like a heavy load, every now and again you need to give yourself a break to give you the strength to carry on.
This landscape reminds me very much of the West Coast of Highland Scotland. Your photographs capture it beautifully.
such a lovely post, thank you for sharing the earths beauty through your lens and heart.
Gorgeous post Kerry. Beautiful photos and meaning ...
love that the crows were there. The quote is amazing.
Yes, nature is healing indeed. Thank you for sharing all this magnificence gifted by mother nature.
Wishing you healing and a peaceful heart.
Oh Kerry, what a beautiful post. Beautiful words, beautiful images, and yes, the auspices of crows, more significant than we collectively remember.
There is something about the beach and sea, isn't there? How the heart can find solace and quietude there when it needs.
I think of you often, these days. Hope you are holding up okay.
Sending love and hugs to you.
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