No One Spoke

It’s been a while since I posted, I have been busy doing mundane tasks. This morning I promised myself to stop long enough to smell the roses and it worked. I stopped long enough to read and be a part of this beautiful morning ritual with a group of people unknown to each other and fell in love again with those small, but simply amazing, moments. Thanks for bringing me back, Stuart.

Storyshucker

Friends and I enjoyed sun, sand, and surf with other beachgoers on a recent Saturday. Sitting slathered in sticky sunscreen beneath our umbrellas, we pointlessly brushed sand from our legs as we discussed evening plans. The seagulls overhead laughed louder than the swimmers splashing in nearby waves while those of us on the beach napped, read, or simply watched people. My friends discussed how relaxing it was and how nice it would be to sleep late the next morning.

Sleep late? I mentioned to them that we only get so many sunrises in a lifetime. Shouldn’t we get up to look at a few?

They stared blankly for a second then shook their heads in unison. No.

In the wee hours of the next morning, alone in the dark, I started the short walk from house to beach guided only by dim lights above the boardwalk. It was eerily quiet at…

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Pebble Beach, Exmouth Western Australia
Pebble Beach, Exmouth Western Australia

From working seven days a week in three different jobs I finally managed to connect the dots to get three whole days off work in a row.  Pure magic!   Exmouth had a pin on the map, now I was getting the opportunity to visit, even if briefly.  There is much to feast your eyes on in North West Cape of Western Australia.  Try snorkelling on the Ningaloo Marine Park World Heritage Site!  It’s hard not to imagine you are a fish in a tropical fish tank, at least that was how I felt on my first float.  However, one of the simple things that truly took my breath away was possibly of less interest to many.  As a West Australian I think I can sometimes take long, empty stretches of white sand beaches for granted, as you can do with things that become everyday familiars.  But now I have another kind of beach to compare with that fine, soft sand.

Pebble Beach in Exmouth is made up of, you guessed it, pebbles!   This is not the norm for me.  I was totally astounded.  They were not rocks or coarse broken shells as I have seen in foreign photographs, but small, rounded pebbles which appeared to have been tumbled.  Each precious little rock had been rubbed smooth, as though having been lovingly touched, rolled around in a small hand over many years by a little boy to whom it was the most precious of items.  For me it conjured up all sorts of questions, who? how? when?  I lay on the rocks, as someone unfamiliar with white sand would lay upon sand. I suspect with a similar sense of wonder.  I trickled those rocks though my fingers with a certain reverence.  I am not a religious person, but when I realised each rock fell straight from a larger rock, each one already “tumbled” as the parent rock eroded and let it roll free I guess I came to wonder yet again at the magnificent simplicity of nature.  Dear Reader, I hope you too have the opportunity to experience such a sense of awe for something today.