Portal

The beach was strange the other night. A rather weak cold front was pushing through, but didn’t know when or whether to sweep out to sea. So it was sunny and partly cloudy one minute, and then raining the next. Warm and cooler. Wet and dry. There was a misty shroud over the marsh, but with a bright edge of background sunlight waiting to advance from behind and disperse it. Diffused light. An afternoon of contrasts.

An hour or so later, it was dark. I was coming down the steps of my brother’s house and walked into a little wind storm. The palmettos were flaying wildly and crackling in a stiff breeze. The moon glanced down from its perch in the sky directly above, visible through brief breaks in the clouds. In front of me the wind seemed to be visible, a wall, a force that tried to keep me back, even as I walked directly into it. I can’t describe the sensation.

I wanted to walk to the darkened beach through that wind, past some real or imagined gateway that allowed me entrance to another world. I sensed it. But only very briefly. I would stand at the water’s edge and find myself disappearing into the night, the air, the water, the reflected light from moon. The golden orb would suddenly be visible over the ocean, and light the way.

I stood there briefly contemplating whether to take that brief journey over the sand dunes, but decided the time was not right. Another night. Another night.

I am picturing an image of a man on the dunes will full winds and moon blowing on him. Crystal clear, cold air with every breath. He lifts his arms.

I think sometimes we see the doors that are halfway open, and must trust our instinct to know when it is the right time to step inside. Just absorb the feelings and wait for the inner voice to say “yes”…Your description here is so remarkable, it is magic… xxoo,

A beautiful painting! *smiles*

Looking at the previous note, I agree that it’d be cool if they had a machine or magic wand that could make words into paintings. I like when smaller sand tumbles over dunes, making the wavy pattern.

Willy & Wilma

November 28, 2001

Leaving that unpredictable weather for anther more favorable time was what i would have done.

Wonderful. As in full of wonder. As in making me wonder…

Ahhh. I must say, I’m intrigued. A bit because I know exactly what you mean about the weather. . .when even the air seems anxious, or eager, full of anticipation. Great days/nights, those. But mostly I’m intrigued about the journey you decided not to make. The decision to make, or not make. . .and all the associated feelings that come with that decision. It’s beautiful. RYN: why not meet th

doh–let’s try that again: why not meet them? You only live once. . .and we’re always on the verge of not living at all. Or is it more complicated than that? Take care of you. I hope you are able to make that journey beyond the dunes one day.

There are many nights that I myself stand perched upon a line of my own creation….debating whether or not this is the time I should I cross or not.

I have felt EXACTLY this sense of, hmmmmm….almost a foreboding from the wind and the sky and the water before: a feeling of wildness that I’d love to, but hesitate, to become a part of. There are too many “maybe another time” situations in my life. The next time, I won’t let the wind hold me back. I wonder what would happen then? Would I disappear into the light of the moon?

The marking of time by moonlight or sunlight can make a decision to cross even a familiar area a questionable choice. If the voice within does not tell one that it is a wise thing to do, then, more than likely it is not. Yet, looking upon an ocean by moonlight would be so tempting. Lovely writing.

I have much to catch up on, and your entries are to be savored rather than read quickly. But I’m still here, and I just wanted you to know that. 🙂 ERIU

leaning into the wind with you nope its too strong ducking behind a tree 🙂

Beautiful description Oswego. I’m left wondering what lay beyond that portal and if and when it will open again.

Lately, when I think about doing something later my next thought is usually “will there be a later?” (My thoughts turn a little dreary this time of year) I suppose one weighs (consciously or un) what is important for the moment. If you do choose the portal – will you please leave a note first? :o)

Thanks you for sharing a magical moment. Beautiful entry. My friend have a nice weekend!

the weather’s been weird around here too

ahhhh… the beach. *wipes a tear* how i miss it so! take care of it for me, ok? 🙂

You are wiser than I, Oswego, as I would have taken that walk. If something seemed so luring but yet a bit off, I don’t always do the wisest thing. You know what though, the very description of the contemplation was magical! You continually astound me.

The first time we visited Quebec, my fellow in meetings, I left the shoppers and wandered at will, photographing “portals.” Doorways, archetectural points of interest, etc. One door. I stood there and knew I might simply walk through it, and live another life as another person. I walked on. Never forgot, tho.

fascinating… how could you resist? I wonder if i would have done the same.

adrift

December 3, 2001

Sometimes that which we are drawn to is not always attainable in that moment in time~ The moment still held its beauty however and as always you described it elegantly! I have missed walking these wonderful paths of inspiration with you. Hopefully, I will be 100% soon~ With {{{hugs}}} and a *smile* always~