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Mixing Things Up

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Time to mix things up

Some days do you get the feeling that it’s time to mix things up? Make a new cake? Challenge the status quo?

Today was one of those days.

I took my sturdiest, shiniest tool to the shore.

My sturdiest tool

I started at the south cove where the wind wasn’t so strong, thinking I’d have the best chance to stir something up without tipping over.

Tried the south cove

I gave it a go. I watched the fisherman casting his line, as if that might inform the sweep of my arm.

Watched the fisherman

It didn’t have quite the right energy. I wanted more of a ripple.

I sat down, perplexed, and pulled some seaweed out of the blades.

Perplexed

This was going to take more courage, and the right kind of wind.

So I tromped ‘round the bend and a gust of promise said Yes!

The wind said YES!

I dug in my heels and set the wheel to be ready.

Set for the ready.

And I waited for just the right moment.

It’s hard to stir up an ocean

It’s hard to stir up an ocean, but if you start at just the right moment, you have a good chance. It’s that pause between breaths . . . as if high tide needs to sneeze.

A bird friend give me a nod, without making me feel he was watching or judging.

A bird friend gave me a nod

He just showed me how he likes to fly, using the wind as a tool.

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Encouraged, I mixed.

I mixed and I mixed.

And I mixed. And I mixed.

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I don’t know if the ocean noticed my efforts. But something shifted inside me.

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Energized.
Effervescent.

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Yet peaceful. Satisfaction.

Satisfaction.

Because I took action.

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Friday Night UnFrazzling Frolic

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Went to the beach Friday night

My buddy Blue Duck and I went to the beach Friday night after work.

He and the other two ducks, Yellow and Pink, had spent a long week trying hard to stay in a row. When the clock hit 5:30 pm I suggested a jaunt.  Yellow and Pink, workaholics they are, said no thank you. So Blue Duck and I went to the beach by ourselves.

Man, it felt good to walk on the sand and float in the waves. (Blue didn’t mind being tethered because you never know what rogue waves have planned at high tide.)

Found a bottle

Blue spied a bottle coming in toward the shore. At first we expected a message inside.

Was there a message inside?

What we saw was a whole ‘nother world, sloshing high tide inside under blue sky.

Had to play pirate

Blue just had to play Pirate, jumping on top, yelling “Ahoy!” to the boat passing by. He looked a bit silly but happy and isn’t that what Friday nights are for at the beach … for unfrazzling frolics?

Blue has amazing balance. He had fun pretending to swashbuckle with the bugs jumping nearby.

Better balance than me, who fell over laughing. My ankles got wet, so I said, “Let’s go sit down.”

Let's sit awhile

We just sat there, we two, on the driftwood. We sat there inviting the sun to soak into my soles. It was nearing six-thirty. One hour til the September sundown.

It's good to unfrazzle.

It’s good for friends to unfrazzle on Fridays. We should do it more often.

Meaning within arm’s reach of beach blanket

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Stacking my thoughts

I made Monday a Sunday.
Slept in. Dawdled. Worked only one hour.

Then I went to the beach by myself plus my soul and my snapshot machine. And beach blanket.

High tide was on its way in. So much for exploring.

My self said lets sit. No need to explore. We can see what we see from this spot on the rocks.

She was right. Our eyesight grew sharper with a short-sighted focus. What could we see in the sand and the gravel and driftwood from here? A lot it turns out.

Like flat rocks to stack, like thoughts on a shelf.

And blue mussel halves of size large and medium. Then lo and behold, a super small two-halves still-intact whole!

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Add a half ancient shell with hole for a string to add to my collection back home, then a super small shell of the same kind, sans string hole.

Clear sandblasted glass then a green shard.

My eyes were having so much fun noticing, I mostly took pics with my mind.

I noticed how high tide comes in with so much stuff in the swells. It matches the muck in my mind that’s needing releasing.

The waves serenaded. The sun played hide and seek. The sand bugs jumped up and down in delight or delirium; it was hard to know what they meant in their popcorn-like frenzy.

Time slowed. Time passed. Sea slowed and did a 180 sans fanfare.

By the time dinner called I noticed the waves were clear of all stuff. So was my mind.

On the beach blanket