A Christmas walk on Findhorn Beach

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Impermenance

Findhorn is a place I love, and a walk on the bay, past the eye to the beach has saved my life more times that I care to imagine.

Taking the same path often trod I was touched by the commingling of our footfall. the Footprints of those lovers of beauty......

 

A collage of impermanence. Every day the tide and wind returns all traces of our collective existence to absence.

For most of my life I wanted to leave my mark, but today no sooner has a impression been made than the empty ocean of silence washes it to absence.

How strange it sometimes seems that the peace and happiness I sought resides in no -thing