I Nearly Cried.....

....When I saw the state our beautiful beach was in.

I had noticed that some of the paths had been closed .....when I got there I realised why. The Wild Wild weather had eroded all our beach paths and some of the dunes...many trees were uprooted or just hanging on by a thread.

There were many things to take photos of and when I whipped out my camera....still no battery....damn!....... I should of taken Marinakari's advice but of course I didn't.

So again you get a wonky view (Go Pro style) of the beach and steep slope we had to climb to get back up to the pathway.......(my friend was rather graceful whilst I must of looked like some demented cockroach climbing up there).

There seems to be more WILD weather heading our way ........but somehow it delights me...it helps me feel the inherent wildness inside....a place where I can growl and dance like a lunatic.

Poet Robert Bly says that to be wild is not to be crazy like a criminal or psychotic, but "mad as the mist and snow." It has nothing to do with being childish or primitive, nor does it manifest as manic rebellion or self-damaging alienation.

The marks of wildness are a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.