We have a connection, the coast and I. A spiritual, lasting connection, also shared by the other members of my little family. I find it difficult to imagine life away from the beach. I would struggle if we weren't readily able to visit where earth, ocean and sky meet. It has soothed and inspired me through rough and rocky periods and never fails to lift my spirits. At times, when they are as heavy as lead.
For three days in a row, following our heartrending news, we headed to beaches. From Newport one day, to Bondi the next and then Palm Beach for a whole new perspective. Because that is the beauty of this magnificent coast of ours. Landscapes are varied, waters are pristine and the culture relaxed. A comforting scene to be a part of.
Then of course, my precious boys. All three of them. Watching them playing together in the sun. Swimming and building and chatting away. The beauty of the world through the eyes of a child, is most certainly the innocence it holds. Blissfully oblivious to the painful, dark realities that often plague adults. And I am head over heels in love with that oblivion. Forever grateful for my pint sized saviours, for doing exactly what it is they do.