A suburban home is where we have landed. It is humble yet all we need. It provides shelter from hammering rain, howling wind and burning sun. We nourish our bodies here and feed our souls. But lately we have been treading on new pathways with bare feet and open hearts. In our efforts to bloom completely where we are planted we are dipping our toes into new waters. Beautiful corners of our world are unearthing themselves to us and we are eagerly peering inside.
Our fossicking beach is one such treasure we frequent as the sun begins it's journey westwards. An alabaster carpet of tiny shells greets us and crunches beneath our toes. The tide escorts many offerings to the land and it's gentle lapping brings much needed renewal to not only the shore but our limbs and minds. Our basket is soon overflowing with shells, driftwood and sea glass, our hair is wind swept and our cheeks are ruddy. The cares of the day have unawares to us been whisked away on the gentle sea breeze leaving us at peace. Our bellies rumble.
As the sun wields her watercolour brush against the sky we gather together on our picnic blanket and devour flaky fish and hot, salty chips. We chat about our love of this planet and all it's incredible bounty. We share a juice and laugh as Remy plants himself firmly in the pile of chips rising with stray crumbs clinging to his bottom. The wind picks up and it is time to collect our belongings and head home. Our basket is heavily laden with many treasures, our hearts are light with many more.
Our fossicking beach is at Sandgate and although we never swim here for fear of being picked up by the sea lice and carried out into the deep blue, it is close to home and satiates our need to feel the ocean underfoot. We would adore to live near the cerulean surf but for now we potter around this treasure filled landscape and enjoy the now.