When I have fears that I may cease to be  

 

I must go down to the sea

Sometimes you just have to listen, despite lots of things to do .. even if you have a to-do list as long as your arm – well maybe longer, I’ve only got short arms,  oh, and even if you have a deadline to meet –  sometimes, you have to listen to that inner voice.  Today was one of those days, the sun was shining,  the sky blue… and I knew I had to go and walk between and betwixt.. on and in that liminal space that is the beach…

Maybe it’s the time of year – almost Summer solstice…  that restlessness, that comes when we get to those important times of the year… the between and betwixt.

But today She called me, she called me down to walk, to clear my head, to take a pause, to let things go…  to get my feet wet!

 

footseteps

 

When I have fears that I may cease to be
When I have fears that I may cease to be 
   Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, 
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, 
   Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain; 
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, 
   Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, 
And think that I may never live to trace 
   Their shadows with the magic hand of chance; 
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, 
   That I shall never look upon thee more, 
Never have relish in the faery power 
   Of unreflecting love—then on the shore 
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think 
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
*John Keats

 

 

 

All Photos  – [c] Shullie H Porter 2011-2018

 

 

Published by The Delightful Mrs P

Witch, Writer, Card Slinger, Chocolate Lover, Tea Drinker, Cake Eater & Mystic. A Northern Lass, a Walker between and betwixt. I'll talk to Anyone, dead or alive.

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