This Day-
Viewing the Stormy dark, cold and white capped water of the North Atlantic.
Breaking furiously over the rocky crags of Peggy's Cove.
Seeing the Oceans fury lashing at the shoreline , hearing the pounding of the surf.
Tasting the salt spray upon my lips. With the gale force winds stinging my face.
It makes one stand in awe of the strength, beauty and sheer power of Mother Nature.
Causes one to pause and give thanks to God above for his wondrous Creation.
29 comments:
Excelent idea for a blog, hopefully the company of friends will see the hitch stick around for a while. By coincidence I have just posted a very long blub about what today means to me over on my feeble blog.
Now I feel dirty for pimping my blog. Excuse me while i spend an hour scrubbing my soul.
I live on the seafront and the recent storms have eaten the beach.. leaving high tide lapping 20 feet from the front door... the oceans fury may decide to join us inside the house soon.
the picture reminded me of this place i used to frequent in St. Augustine...did a lot of soul searching there...came away with more questions than answers but i guess that is the way it works...or so i am told...
Peggy's cove... hundreds of people leap to their deaths there each year!
Barnsley, thank you for the kind words. Perhaps you would like to join our coterie?
I am looking forward to visiting Peggy's Cove - again! Soon!
Barnsley bill- no need to scrub your soul. From reading your entry, you have captured a wonderful moment. One of my first attempts was called " Some Rude lad". it was a story of my grandfather and his Fedora.
Mutley-If the high tide is that close, gives you a chance to beach comb and find the odd lobster.
Daisy-It seems to be the way soul searching works. If all the answers came to us at once. We would stop the searching.
Merms-If you are a lemming. Or like a certain individual you know; who tends to yarn just a little.
I have a metal detector and find mostly can pull rings and pound coins!
MUTLEY- Nothing wrong with finding pound coins.
I used to Beach comb many years ago. I found a 20 dollar bill once. At Wreck Bay on Vancouver Island.
Used it to by beer; to go with the very interesting "Wild" mushrooms that grew in abundance the area.
The pound coins are good fun - can usually find 2 -3 in a session... sometimes knives, jewellry, watches, etc etc.No antiquities of course...
Wild mushrooms - of the hallucinogenic variety?
Mr Mutley
Did you read last week about people in cornwall finding 50lb packages of cocaine on the beach?
Some simpleton found one and took it to the police
"in case it fell into the wrong hands"
That one certainly did.
Although I have forsworn the stuff myself I think I may just have had the common decency to knock it out to those that havent.
Mutley- keep looking for those antiques.
Mushrooms of the state and mind altering sort.
Hitch- good advice. He should have asked for some sort of reward or the 30 day give back if someone doesn't claim it.
Where we are is something of a local tourist spot - I mean people come 10,20 maybe 30miles to visit the beach. I also find a lot of car keys but I assume the owners have long since left...
I need to go to Peggys cove with some magic mushrooms. You old people are so lucky, you got to experiment with drugs in the 70s and then you gave birth to us and fucked us up big-time. I want to do the same. Karma.
merms- I didn't actually give birth to you. Although helping to muck up your life.
Guilty as charged. Thinking of the stupid things I did back then. It is a wonder I am still alive. But if you want to jump off Peggys Cove , I will lend you my Bar Bells.
Mutley- if enough of the keys are brass you could sell them by the pound.
You wouldn't want to jump off Peggy's cove, Mermins.
:-((
I'll let you know when I'm next driving my train full pelt through Tiverton - I get compen-say-shun and a week off for suicides see.
(I have stickers for each one on my driver's bag.)
;-)
"Old people" ?
At least I dont own cats and have to resort to stalking prospective partners (+:
I may be repeating myself(a sign of old age)however, I was once locked in a house by a demented sex crazed wwoman . Interesting history, ex air hostess ,ex prison wardern.I had only taken her out as I wanted to do business with her company, and a friend had told me that she really liked me. Callous slut that I am, I rang and asked for a date. A disater, I dropped her home and was forced in for another drink, a nasty ,sexualy charged atmosphere developed, I even got that old "have look around the house" routine (have used it myself) where you suddenly find your self in a bedroom.
I had to escape so made my excuses, she refused to let me out, locked the door , hid my coat and then threatened to report me for drink driving if I left.Somehow I manged to placate her, retrieve my coat from behind some curtians(it was impaled upon a cactus) then leave with a promise of a phone call.
I was partly scared partly flattered until her brother informed me that she was a indeed a nutcase and that I wasnt her first victim.
you may not OWN cats hitch...but you take care of them...same difference...you cat lover you!
I'm really bothered now that Mermins has taken my last seriously.
:-(( gulp.
Something great will turn up to knock her socks off I'm sure.
And as a mermaid, continually tutting at the state of our seas, she of all people should know ...
... there're twenty more fish in the sea.
Ek- the jumping off at Peggys Cove. It is based on the tourists who in a storm get too close to the waters edge and sometimes get washed off into the ocean.
It was a comment I made to her one day at peggy cove about not getting to close to the edge as 100's of people get washed off into the sea every year.
So I meant to say, some people get lost out into water. But as a typical parent or old person, tend to embellish the actual facts. And 100's of people jumping into the sea every year, came out of my mouth. So I put my foot in it a I seem to so a lot.
So it is now a family joke, at my expense.
mermaid...some of us didn't have to do drugs to fuck up our kids even though we had the 70's to party in... :)
Worth clarifying, Old Tarf.
Thank you.
EK- Your welcome. Major storm today at Peggys Cove though.
Daisy- I am still partying. Life is too short. I intend to go out with a bang.
I think our kids can make their own beds. Life is about choices. We do have some influence on our children. But only they can make up their own minds and hearts.
EK! Me loves ya! Me not going to jump off Peggy's cove. But me is going to go to DAIRY QUEEEN
WOOOHOOOOO
Dairy Queen.
I've heard you're very pretty but that your voice can curdle milk.
Please stop going 'WOOHOO' ... stop it right now.
:-(
EK!!!my voice is beautiful and dulcet, although it does carry....
woo hoo!
AI YAH!
Oh alright then. If you say so.
Hark. What is that I hear in the distance ? Oh no no nooo ! Thou protesteth much MUCH too loudly, Mermins !
Look out, folks, we have another deluded Simon Cowell wannabe in our midst. :-(((
kev
whatever simon cowells faults(high trousers)he doesnt wear sandals, for that my friend you should hang your head in shame.
... as our Saviour taught us.
Last time I was in Peggy's Cove was shortly after that Swissair MD11 had gone into the sea a couple of miles offshore. All kinds of dreadful stuff was being brought ashore. Years ago now. Very strange juxtoposing of beauty and sheer horror.
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