Tuesday, August 3, 2010

the return

i live inland.
near water
that eventually makes its way
to the sea.

the sea.

i've always known
and felt it
as a place of great mystery
and magic


walking over a hill crest
and seeing an expanse
of water
is still
part
of the purest magic
i know


and when there are
flowers at the crest of the hill


and a ribbon of sea
just past fields of green and gold


i feel a return
of the very magic
i knew as a child

the pure stuff


the very purest stuff

27 comments:

jinksy said...

The call of the sea is inherent in one born on an island...

Joanna said...

I know what you mean about that ribbon of sea. I love it when we're hiking through the woods and ahead the sky opens up and you know the water's waiting. These photos are just so lovely Steven. Hope you're having a beautiful summer.

Elisabeth said...

The thrill of that first sight of the sea as a child never leaves me, Steven. Thanks for reviving it here.

Ruth said...

I feel the same, especially at one particular place where I rarely go. It all comes back, the magic.

Thanks for the memory moment and beauty.

Pauline said...

water, that clear, pure blue from a distance, flowers, the sibilant sound of waves - there's nothing that quite equals it. beautifully evocative post. you had a lucky childhood, then...

TechnoBabe said...

Great photos. It is like taking walk and seeing it all through your eyes.

steven said...

you know jinksy i think you're right! steven

steven said...

joanna thankyou and yes, this is one of the loveliest summers i've experienced in some time. steven

steven said...

elisabeth - i wonder what it is that brings that thrill into our lives? but it does and that's enough for me. the funny thing is that i walked to the sea each day and each time it was the same thrilling experience regardless of what direction i approached it from or whether i was walking or in a car. steven

steven said...

hello ruth - i'm glad you were able to share the magic. i feel the same when i enter woods along paths or cross into moorland. steven

steven said...

pauline - there were some experiences in my childhood that were rich and magical. visiting the seaside was very high up among them! steven

Golden West said...

Steven, those are some grand photographs! The house on the meadow and the dirt road - love them!

steven said...

hello golden west! thankyou. i was overwhelmed at times by the incredible beauty and simplicity of this place. i have many more pictures and short tales to tell. steven

steven said...

thanks technobabe - i was hoping to share something of that sensation. steven

Helen said...

The child in me still thrills to the sight you so beautifully describe!

steven said...

helen how lovely for you!!! steven

Titus said...

Oh steven, every childhood drive down to Kent for our annual holiday in Margate and competing to see who would be first to see the sea! Thank you, it is magic.

acornmoon said...

Is there anything in the world nicer than finding sea at the end of a country road?

willow said...

I love the happiness of your pure stuff. Thanks for the smiles. xx

My word verification? joystol

Linda Sue said...

Such a gorgeous walk! I loved getting there- especially the colour of the dirt road- rich and soft- I want to tumble on it and then take a dip in the sea. Wonderful Summer!!

steven said...

titus for us it was journeys to wales, the lancashire coast, and the yorkshire coast. same magic no matter where!! steven

steven said...

acornmoon - it is wayyyy up there on that very long list! steven

steven said...

willow - it's such simplicity really isn't it!! being happy i mean. steven

steven said...

linda sue - the dirt there is reddish brown, a deep reddish brown almost like ochre. it's rich, fine and shows up in the rock, which you can carve into, the fields of potatoes, the sand, it colours your clothing, your shoes, probably your skin if you got wet and rolled in it!!! lovely summertime. steven

hope said...

This is so wonderful...even if, in my own childhood memories, I replaced your red dirt with sand dunes and sea oats greeting me. Same cresting sense of anticipation, knowing the water was JUST on the other side, at the end of the trail.

And the smell! There's nothing else in the world that evokes such warmth in my heart as the ocean...like having childhood memories rush over me. Thanks!

R. Burnett Baker said...

Woops, Hope beat me to it! Yes...the smell of the water is the one thing that hits me first. I love water and being near the sea, or a lake.

Walking along a shore brings me to the world, and washes my troubles away. If even for a few moments!

Rick

steven said...

rick - so true. it is ana amzing sesnation to stand by an expanse of water and look out at the clouds and wonder about why your worldly cares even exist let alone why they are so important. steven