I’ve been working on reports since 7 am and just coming up for air. I browsed through my recent photographs and recalled the wonderful afternoon at Pebble Beach, just outside Exmouth, Western Australia, a place where I exhale.
There are beaches around the world made from pebbles. For us in Australia it is a novelty, much like Shell Beach, in the Shark Bay area, which is made up of trillions of shells. I love Pebble Beach! It is about 13 km out of town and worth the trip as far as I’m concerned. Although the road off the highway is unsealed, you no longer need a 4WD to access the entry to the area (if it hasn’t rained).
The pebbles are all shapes and sizes, some exquisitely tiny.
They look like a melange of sugared almonds.
Some are the size of tiny potatoes, in colour, too.
The pebbles are deposited at this beach by the tides that gather the stones from an escarpment, their journey, their narrative, told in touch and sight. The stones are silky smooth and wonderfully tactile. They are as soothing as handling ‘worry beads’.
What makes me bend down to pick one pebble over another is something I don’t know. It is just a visceral response, a connection, inexplicable and an undefinable yearning that is deliciously soothing, once the pebble is in my hands. Much like the simple reach, to walk hand in hand.
May your Sunday be one of wonder in simple things.
Until next time
a dawn bird
In response to One Word Sunday – Relax