Oceans of peace...

As I was walking along the beach today with Sneaky I felt a wonderful sense of peace come over me. It flowed in with the sound of waves breaking on the sand and then rolling in whispers back to the waiting arms of the ocean.

The sky was that sullen grey that can only be found on coastlines rubbing against the north Atlantic. Ridges of moisture sliding across the water and the wind blew ragged bursts of bitter air this way then that battering the golden beach grass this way and then that.


Still I felt unburdened and free of responsibility and obligation. Overhead the piercing thweep of the Osprey disrupted my solitude. I looked up in awe of this great bird that had lived on our land as long as I could remember. My spirit soared from the gentle peace it had found and embraced the surging desire to rise to the air and hunt.