Daydreaming

Cat nap

Usually, when the distractions of daily life deplete our energy, the first thing we eliminate is the thing we need the most:  quiet, reflective time.  Time to dream, time to contemplate what’s working and what’s not, so that we can make changes for the better.

~ Sarah Breathnach

This morning in the pines

It is a quiet day here in the Bogs.  The snow has been silently twirling around as winter continues to party into spring.

Late summer reflections. (2008)

I did go out for my daily walk and find some appreciation for the cold, the ice, and the snow.  But back indoors, with a fire going in the fireplace, I find myself dreaming of warmer weather.

Upper Chesapeake Bay. Havre de Grace, Maryland. (2007)

It doesn’t even have to be sunny and warm.   Or even all that warm.  Just warm enough that I don’t have to put on several layers of clothing to go outside.  Just warm enough that I don’t need a hat or gloves.

Sunrise. Lauderdale-by-the-Sea, Florida. (2010)

Oh, who am I kidding?  This is my daydream.  It can be anything I want.  And what  I want is a nice, warm, sunny day at the beach.  One day will do.  Salt air, sunlight sparkling on the water, and my feet buried in the sand while I listen to the waves roll in.

I’d like to go for a swim, too.

Perhaps do a little body surfing.

Or lay back and float, bobbing up and down with the waves.

The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.

~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

~ Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

Sunset. Lauderdale-by-the Sea. (2010)

I’d like to take a long walk along the shore, at sunrise and at sunset.

Maybe collect a few shells.

Ocean City, New Jersey. (2008)

Ah well.  That was nice.  For now, it’s time to head back to the wintry spring here in the Bogs.  There is work to be done, and projects that need finished.  It was a lovely daydream, one I can return to another day.  I feel ready to get back to reality after that little vacation of the mind.

Reverie is not a mind vacuum.  It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.

~ Gaston Bachelard

Thank you for joining me for a daydream at the beach.  I hope it was as warming and refreshing for you as it was for me.

Spring is hiding under the snow.

Wishing you a joyful, magical, filled-with-love, weekend!  See you next week.  🙂