SO MUCH MORE THAN A TRIP TO THE SEASIDE

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    The ultimate prize for my 4 year old princess this weekend was to hold a bright pink shell in her bright pink gloves. Delight beamed across her rosy cheeks as the wind blew her sideways. A truly precious moment.

     

     

    2 eager feet scurry along, tiptoeing through soggy spaghetti seaweed.  
    2 eager eyes scan the brown ,desperate to spot the sought after Precious.
    2 eager eyes spy something pink and poking through the salty mess.
    2 eager hands scramble to grab it, brushing off the sand and salt, polishing and stroking the new found treasure...

    beach4       beach2

    beach1       beach3

    The beach was our saviour this weekend- a week full of drama and hard work was rewarded with a family outing to Scarborough and all the faded seaside glamour it had to offer. A day away from the house and all the burdens of the week found us washed up on a windswept, tired seafront, in need of a good blow through and fresh perspective.

    All beaches offer the same invitation wherever they are in the world- they invite us to go to the ‘edge’, to a place where we are faced with an unending, uninterrupted view, where sky meets sea and the unknown beyond. I find even the moodiest of seas, billowing and rolling beckon me in much the same way as Reepicheep ( yes, I am an avid Narnia fan) felt the call to go East.

    Where sky and water meet
    Where the waves grow sweet
    Doubt not, Reepicheep,
    To find all you seek,
    There is the utter East.

    I can identify with this valiant mouse because the ‘spell’ (1) of Heaven has been on me all my life as well, and despite the voyage he is on, his heart is faithfully set on a greater adventure.

    ….As I look out across past the South Bay lighthouse my precious girl holds up a broken  piece of shell, covered in smelly seaweed and sandy bits, tinged with a faded shade of pink. Her infectious excitement beckons me to photograph her special find. I brush the dirt off, truly appreciating it’s beauty and take a lasting memory of this second in time, thankful that her heart has responded to the call of the greater beauty hidden just beyond the horizon.

    (1) After Reciting the poem to his shipmates, Reepicheep says:”I do not know what it means. But the spell of it has been on me all my life. “
    Earlier in the voyage, Reepicheep has expressed his utter abandonment  to the cause of seeking Aslan’s country:
    “While I can sail, I will sail East in the Dawn Treader. When she fails me I will paddle East in my coracle. When she sinks I will swim East with my four paws, and when I can swim no longer, if I have not reached Aslan’s country, or shot over the edge of the world in some vast cataract, I shall sink with my nose to the sunrise.”
    I can identify with Reepicheep’s glorious quest, because the spell of heaven has been on me all my life, even if I have sometimes confused it with lesser desires.

     

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