Last night I left the mess associated with our return home and went to bed early due to a splitting headache. I needed the sleep that heals and soothes!
I have awoken today a little brighter but totally overwhelmed. Geoff has departed for his Wednesday job and I look at the mess around me! But what am I doing? I am finishing a poem I began on Saturday whilst sitting on the beach on a cool autumn day interspersed with showers.
As I write, I feel it is time for reflection today. There is silence here. No one is talking. No activities are planned. I hear the familiar sounds of home – a comfort after being away. Time for meditation; to mull over the things we did and feel blessed by all we have been given. So, as I hear the whirring of the washing machine in the background, I come to my room to sit and reflect.
I need to thank God for what he has given me: a loving and faithful husband, children who have phoned on our return and the luxury of my home to rest in. Today, I wish only to give you my poem which was compiled hastily and is now thrown out to all of you warts and all, to give you a feeling of where I am in my mood today.
The work WILL get done eventually; the clothes washed; rooms tidied but just for this brief moment, let me have a little time for reflection and rest. Let me take the time to breathe and remember anew what I have left behind in Cabarita. Perhaps it is just a let-down feeling? Still, It is always nice to return to the comfort of HOME!
I hope you enjoy my little poem:
The Changing Seasons on Cabarita Beach
A gentle breeze whips across the sand
A cooling of atmosphere
Storms are brewing yet again
The sea is raging
Relentless sun now departed
The beach, once crowded now stands empty
And yet, the lure of the seas continues
For those who love it in all the seasons.
Where once was frenzy and activity
The pace has slackened now that autumn is here
Older people – residents – cannot resist its constancy
And walk its shores with slower gait
Whilst young people stroll with dogs a-leash
And still… we come to sit and contemplate
To wait and watch
Hoping to swim in shallows that promise safe return.
A torrid summer of endless rain and storms
Has had its way with sand now ruined and sculptured into hills
Whilst vegetation is battered and laid to ruin
Mostly it is now a solitary beach
Revealing the face of many seasons
But to us Cabarita always shows its beauty
No matter what the season
And we who come are blessed in turn
As we walk its restless shores
Fish from its abundant beaches
And enjoy its many pleasures
Not just in sunshine, but in seas that pound and tease
And leave behind its menacing foam.
Oh Cabarita, we will not desert you in the autumn!
No, we will come when sun-lovers leave
We will breathe your salty air
And paddle in your foaming shores
And be content to be your friend
In blistering sun or endless rain.