I love the liminal space of the beach where land and sea merge in an ever-shifting mix.
….especially a sandy beach, which is a perfect merge of both water and earth
….and in the distance the ocean and the sky merge at some indiscernible point
I always feel at the edge of reality on a beach……. and this one in Applecross is facing West from the edge of the Scottish mainland, looking across the sea to Skye and Jura, whose peaks you can see merging with the clouds which have snagged on their tips. And yet that edge has no clear line, no certainty.
It is the end of the day and the suns light is begining to diffuse itself among the lightening blue of the sky…..and so day begins to merge towards night.
There are no harsh edges to the start and end of anything on a beach, just a beautiful in-between, which seems to open the doors in my mind which often lie shut between waking and dreaming, between awareness and unconscious, between imagination and reality. It is impossible to be a dualist on a sandy beach…everything swirls together into endless potential……at least in my mind.