How thin and insecure is that little beach of white sand we call consciousness. I’ve always known that in my writing it is the dark troubled sea of which I know nothing, save its presence, that carried me. I’ve always felt that creating was a fearless and a timid, a despairing and hopeful, launching out into that unknown. -Athol Fugard
A quick trip to Florida. The sand in these beaches traveled all the way from the Appalachian mountains…to the gulf. Tiny pieces of quartz, crumbled from mountain sides, polished while traveling down river thousands of years ago.
It was 30 degrees and windy…but just to look at it:
…in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth. -Rachel Carson
Gorgeous colors! ~ Have fun! 🙂 XO
Amy Baldridge says
It’s so gorgeous there… I’ve been twice in my 38 years, but not since I was maybe 19? 20?
Also, every time I see a picture of Boo and she looks so big and grown up, I get all achy inside. My Brew (Punky Brewsterworthkins in proper form) is only a month or so younger than your Boo. And I realize that mine is JUST as big and grown up! Sigh…
Sarah Albertson says
These photos are beautiful! And beautiful thoughts to go with it. It’s nice to sit back and really think about the journey that certain things have been on; how far each grain of sand has traveled, and how long it took to get there..
Ramona Taylor says
Ashley, this is where I chose to go 3 years ago before I started chemo, so I could sit and admire God’s majestic art work I had some pretty long talks with Him while listening to the waves crash & watching the emerald water sparkle. I left stronger than ever in my relationship with The Lord, with my spirit healed and I knew He would be with me every step of the way to face the unknownn of going through chemo & fighting cancer. It’s our families special place to get away from the ‘world’ every August. I’m glad you had a good time there and that you could see the beauty in spite of the cold.