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  Seasons of the Sea   Springtime found me by your shores in the stubbly marram grass. I picked cowslips, ladies’ fingers and clover, holding the stems so tightly that the sap oozed from the stems leaving my hands wet and sticky. The sound of your waves lapping on the beach, close and comforting,helping me in my task. The deserted stretch of cliff top pasture above gives refuge to the thousands of sea birds homing here. When Summer came, it brought with it the invasion of fair weather trippers with their swarms of children making incessant noise. I resented their intrusion and scorned their excitement as they ran to your water’s edge, screaming as you touched them if they dared to venture too near. I kept to the secret places – the caves and niches which were ours alone and waited for the twilight to have you to myself. Then, I could be engulfed by your swell and float, undisturbed, in and out of the rocks.   As the weather changed and Autumn’s chill kept visi...

"I don't really ask for much. I don't dream of big changes in my life or crave for anything extra. To sit with myself and feel thankful for what I have, for the peace that's slowly finding its place in my heart.  I used to feel restless, in m any ways wanting more and trying to fix things in my life. But lately I've realized that peace doesn't come from having everything, it comes from accepting what you already have and making the most of  it ".  Not my own words, but the words of Sthitipragyan  Mohanty, who I came across online this morning.  I don't have any info on the writer but found that this resonated with me today, as much as any day.  No particular reason or no more than any other day when I feel the need to write down my own thoughts - for no particular reason. Anyway, last night was my youngest grandchild's "Prom" - the event that celebrates the year elevens, some who are leaving school to work, some to go on into the sixth fo...