Whenever I am close to a beach, I walk on it. Sometimes I amble along, letting the waves lap at my feet. Sometimes I go for my daily dose of exercise by taking a powerwalk. But whatever I do, I enjoy the moment thoroughly. The sound of the waves, the smell of salt and the colour of the sand and seashells. Even if I am striding along, trying to work up a sweat, I never miss the opportunity to stop and admire a beautiful shell and other interesting things that have been washed up. The beach really helps me being in the moment, practicing mindfulness. It is so full of nuances; colours, textures and smells. These pics were all taken on an early morning walk in Port Elizabeth.
It reminds me of a beautiful poem that I often read to remind myself of what is important in life. It says:
When you run so fast to get somewhere, you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day, it’s like an unopened gift… Thrown away
I have blogged the full poem here.