Sunrise on fresh fallen snow. Clean. Crisp. Calm peace in a new day.
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I’m a mom, grandmother of 2 adorable toddlers, RN, spiritual seeker and writer. I moved from Boston to Onset – the “Gateway to Cape Cod”, 7 years ago and I’m fulfilling my long held dream of living in a village by a beautiful harbor. This is the perfect setting for the simplified life that I’ve wanted and that I continue to fine tune. I started journaling 28 years ago and many years later, through writing, I connected with spirit and began channeling divine wisdom.
I’m working on a memoir called “Making Sense of It All” which is a journaled account of how this guidance has nurtured, directed and comforted me on my life path. I enjoy exploring other writing genres: poetry that expresses whatever needs expression in my life, at the time and nature writing with a spiritual/philosophical slant. I escape so totally into the scenery when I’m in nature, that I wanted to try my hand at capturing with words what an artist might with paint. ‘One With Nature’ blends imagery with my spiritual growth. My blog is: wordsfromnature.wordpress.com.
Everything is still in front of me, except the top of the windmill in the distance, visible above the tree line over by the canal and Mass Maritime. The empty expanse of sand in front of me is inhabited by a lone, sun bathing gull. Even she doesn’t move. The blues of the water change in the bay. Closest to shore, it’s a sun lit iridescent powder blue, taking form like a large fat V lying on its side. In its middle, are royals, ceruleans, hints of purples and grays. Only the surface moves slightly, giving the colors more definition. The boathouse on the point across the bay sits empty in winter hibernation. Snow lines the banks along its shore, still white and pure even though it’s a week old. There is no activity to muddy it up. No foot prints to mar its smooth surface. It just sits motionless– waiting to melt, and then refreeze. All the moorings in the bay look lonely and unattached; each one motionless and white, separate from the others. The Yacht club is closed for the season, hidden from view by stacked layers of shrink wrapped boats in dry dock. The old Victorian homes that line the shore on the far side of the beach add a pastel quirkiness to the calm of the water.
Stillness is all I see as I view this beach in winter. Stillness is all I feel. It is a different kind of quiet for me – more pronounced than when I take quiet moments in a world of motion. This is quiet that permeates me from the outside in. Quiet that is born from the stillness of the scene I am within. Nothing moves except that windmill in the distance and the solitary gull who takes flight every now and then. My insides feel the change. They have been tranquilized naturally by being present here. I too have been slowed, much to my great surprise. Not fond of cold weather, I usually contract and withdraw from the elements. I realize that in doing so, I’ve missed opportunities to be quieted by the winter landscape, from the outside in. But now I know.
Mark Alvin licensed this image to the Irish fine china manufacturer, Belleek Pottery for use on their annual collectible plate. The Artist used one of his daughters for the model.