The Song of the Sea

Sometimes when I visit the seashore I find somewhere to sit, close my eyes, and quietly listen to the song of the sea.  The rhythm of the waves as they wash in and out sings a soft lullaby that brings feelings of peace and contentment.  As the cool breeze of the sea...

Morning Mist

Some mornings I awake to a world blanketed in mist.  This mist rolls in off the sea and winds its way through the trees, obscuring my view so that all I can see is a blur behind the haze. This mist only stays for a short while and then, as the morning sun rises, it...

Carefree Days

I remember walking along the seashore as a child, collecting shells in a bucket, like tiny treasures washed in by the sea. In later years, I took my children to the beach and made lasting memories of days spent playing in the sand and the water.  Even now, thinking...

At Water’s Edge

There is something powerful about the seashore.  Perhaps it is the overwhelming size of the sea and the way it seems to have a life of its own. Perhaps it is the quiet hush of the waves, the rhythm that is the heartbeat of the sea.  Perhaps it is the way...