I didn’t come to soothe my soul, there’s work to be done, but soothing can’t really be avoided at the seaside, can it.
Even as I wrote that, I suddenly realised that the renovation noise, from both side neighbours, not only wasn’t bothering me – I actually hadn’t noticed it. It’s either that the energy of this house just negates it, or the calm I feel here brings on selective deafness. The same tradies at home would render me senseless with annoyance.
Blue, white, and nature’s green is all the eye sees. I remember a time I felt colour was needed, but today the red and white striped cushion yells unnecessary.
Look beyond the furnishings…through the glass…blue water, horizon, blue sky.
And so here I am, transfixed by the ocean, soothed.
Writing 101 : A room with a view