A talent for concealment and revelation

A breeze was blowing, and I could smell salt, seaweed, and sun-bleached shore. I knew, once again, that I’d found home.

–Sue Hubbell, Waiting for Aphrodite

I never tire of the coast because it’s never the same twice. The tides and the weather change its physical shape, and they bring different things to look at. There’s always something new. Perhaps if I had settled in a landscape of fells and lakes unchanged for thousands of years, my overriding sense of my environment –my apprehension of the natural world –would be of something solid, immutable, reliable, fixed. But this stretch of coast has an entirely different spirit. It’s all about change, shift, ambiguity. It reinvents itself. It has a talent for concealment and revelation. Things turn up here; things go missing.

Jean Sprackland: Strands A Year of Discoveries on the Beach

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Jeanne says:

    Beautiful post. I too love the peaceful sea, both calm and storm. Love how your posts inspire dreamy thoughts and rile my heart along with the mind. J

    1. Sigrun says:

      Thank you so much Jeanne!

      I’m very curious about what Jean Sprackland’s book – if she will manage to make the sea come alive through words … it’s not an easy challenge.

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