Monday, 16 July 2012

simple pleasures, little treasures

"Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Looking out at the Sea
We love finding treasures. Be it an ocean-worn piece of glass, a sea shell, or even an unusual stone, they are all cherished. Beachcombing reminds me of being a child. When you're young, you don't think twice about spending hours simply observing the world around you. Searching for that special shell or talking with a bird are valid pursuits. As  cliché as it sounds, it's about being in the moment. How easily we forget to value every moment as a treasure in itself as we get older. I can unequivocally say that we've been re-learning that lesson on our voyage.

In Punta Chivato, there is a beach littered with sea shells. There, you don't walk on sand, you walk on piles and piles of shells. For the most part, we just looked around us. The worn edges, the broken bits, the beauty in the imperfections. Shells, shells, everywhere. We don't often keep our finds, but we did stow away a few memories... 

I can't think of a better way to have spent that Tuesday morning.

Rick's spot, right by the water

Up close
“One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach; one can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few” -- Anne Morrow Lindbergh
He was hoping for a treat

Digging for treasure
"At the beach, life is different. Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides and follow the sun."

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