The Deep Blue Sea & Me

For over thirty years, I have swum in these waters and walked along the white beaches. I have bent down to scoop up shells and sat toes buried in the sand, staring out into the crystal sparking waters and deep blue beyond.   

These are the beaches of my childhood. 

   
I have seen these beaches through a child's eye, relished salt air freedom as a bare foot carefree adolescent and soaked up the blessing of a soothing ocean into my thirties. Now I can watch my daughters frolic at the waters edge, shovelling sand with their adorable pudgy fingers. 

 

 
Along these shores I have found; rare and exquisite shells, washed up sea creatures and seahorses, silky driftwood, unusual cargo debris, intriguing  seaweed, big sponges, joy, peace, love, sorrow and grief. 

In these waters, I have experienced the purity of the ocean and a simplicity of life.  

I have graced these beaches for swims and walks at dawn, midday, dusk and the pitch of midnight. 

I have seen the colours change with the wrath and fury of wild weather and the pristine clarity of golden sunshine.   

I have pondered, chatted, laughed, cried, danced and cartwheeled here at the start of the ocean.  

 

I have shared these places with friends, enjoyed it among strangers and witnessed the sea alone, with the bliss of solitude in nature.   

I love these beaches. They are part of me and my story. 

I miss not living near the ocean. 

I particularly miss not living near these shores. 

I may live up in the mountains, far away from here but I am forever going to be a West Australian beach girl with sand between my toes,  salt in my hair and the ocean in my heart.   

Until next time, 

xx Isabella