Pissouri Pilgrimage 3 Pebbles & Sand

Happy Sunday all,

Pissouri – Cyprus

6th October 2015

18.38pm (local time)

Day three

purple-972434_1920 The sun is down now and there’s a purply-blue hue to the atmosphere. I’m on the terrace writing and feeling pretty at home I must say. Who knows, maybe this is a premonition; some dejá vue and in the future I will spend my life in the sun writing?

What a dream that would be?

Today started before the sun came up and before the ‘tring-a-ling’ of my mobile’s alarm.

I sat on the terrace for a while contemplating what to do with the day whilst in the distance the ‘whoooosh’ and ‘Schweeeee’ sounds of the swell of the sea and the waves sweeping as the tide came in, seemed particularly potent; a powerful draw, calling me to venture out.

Walking in Sunrise

stones-113791_1280So, as many still slept, including the sun, I ventured out to walk the length of the beach and explore a little.

Surprisingly, though it was only about 7.30am, one or two people were around and one woman had clearly been in the sea for some time already as she was walking back to her apartment wet and panting.

The walk was really quite invigorating. It’s hard work walking on shifting pebbles, great for the thighs and the tummy… so early morning exercise is ticked off the list.

I walked and walked on a journey that took me up a steep path that eventually led me above the sea and round the curve of the bay to give a wonderful panoramic view of the bay. A complete and perfect, chalky ‘C’ shape…kissed by a greyish blue swell.

Marvels and wonders

diaz-beach-940859_1920I marvelled at how lovely it all was and wondered at the sights this bay must have seen and the experiences it observed unchanging over the centuries.

Ancient Nubians fishing and swimming & building; the descent of Roman galleons invading the bay, that these very same cliffs must have taken in; the loss of many Ancient Greek sandals from lovers and friends; the remnants of shrapnel, devastation from two world wars; mementos, which now lay buried deep among the pebbles and the seaweed and the moss on the beach;

Sand & Pebbles

Pebbles & SandMy head hurt with the thought that there were millions, probably billions or trillions of pebbles and grains of sand on this one beach alone, and this was one beach on the island of Cyprus and Cyprus is one island, one tiny land mass that has many beaches, so how many grains of sand and how many pebbles are there across the planet?

Yet though

One pebble, one grain of sand on its own cannot make up a beach, every pebble and grain contributes to the creation of the beach.

All of it, I came to realise meant that we are but fleeting experiences for our planet. We are a mere nanosecond on the timeline of evolution so, is anything we experience REALLY so important that we need to feel stressed and unhappy about it?

When we realise we have all the time in the world, but no time at all in the experience of the world then surely we need to ‘get on with it,’ live every moment and be grateful for everything?

In the same way that we are inconsequential, we are too, like the pebble and the singular grain of sand, are a part of  everything; a part of the ‘beach.’

Without each ‘one’ next to another ‘one’ there can be no beach, no ‘whole’ and in that regard we are so darned fortunate to be here; a part of everything, yet separate and whole in our ‘Oneness.’

1.23am

I have just arrived back at the apartment.

Last in the restaurant; I cheekily stayed to use their WIFI and post Sunday and Monday’s blog posts. They didn’t seem to mind.

Then, after a dark and humid stroll…

rain-567512_1280A downpour!

I get home with 10 minutes to spare before…

Pissouri precipitation in extremis!

The perfect end to a beautiful day.

Blissings & much love

Insightful Angel

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