Thursday, September 11, 2008

A sort of magic

Except for the point, the stillpoint,
There would be no dance,
And there is only the dance.

--T.S. Elliot

I often find my stillpoint, my chance to reconnect with quiet and beauty, by the ocean. Things in my life begin to unravel and I find that I'm drawn there, to some favored cove or quiet bayside beach where I'm able to check-in with myself again. It's not anything that I do consciously, exactly, but rather something that I find has changed in me after some time alone with my thoughts and the company of nature.

A funny thing, really, that projecting my experience outward, toward noticing the soft lullaby of the waves lapping at the sand or the dancing flight of terns, would bring me closer to the clarity of what I need to know, but that seems to be the way of stillness and contentment. A quiet sort of magic.


Lynne said...

Sigh...beautifully written.

KGMom said...

Wonderful that you use the T.S. Eliot quote--he, the most cerebral of poets--saying "there is only the dance."

NCmountainwoman said...

Much as I love the mountains, there is nothing as calming as the ocean. Beautiful and poetic post.

Mary said...

Very nice, Laura.

Anonymous said...

Enjoyed this post very much.

bobbie said...

That's a beautiful way to put it - a quiet sort of magic.

I find mine by the water, whether the ocean, or bay, or just a small pond. There must be water.

Sekhar said...

Magic indeed :)

KatDoc said...

Nice photo, Laura!

All you need is a link and a badge to make it a "Skywatch Friday" post.


RuthieJ said...

What a neat post! I know what you mean--I find my quiet sort of magic in the woods.