Beachcombing treasures. It’s the little things. Copyrights Val Moliere, Palma de Mallorca, Feb 2019
Today I went to the beach will the full intention of finding treasures.
I arrived and the beach was crazy busy. I tried to look a little, but just couldn’t seem to focus. The energy seemed off.
I walked over to another beach, not known much beyond the local circle, and there were people there. Not the regular collectors. No night right, it’s a public space. Again I started my hunt, but was still off. The energy just wasn’t right.
Rather than leaving this beach, I sat on a rock. I closed my eyes and focused on my breath. I listened to the sound of the waves and felt the breeze on my face. No longer did I hear the grumpy mother or her loud…and rude…children. It was just me and nature.
I opened my eyes and saw a couple seals hunting. I watched them for a bit. I noticed the bald eagle pitched on his usual post watching over the pier. This was nature at its finest.
In that moment I realized that sometimes I get so caught up in beach combing, which can also be very meditative, and forget to just enjoy the beauty that surrounds me.
My hunt today didn’t yield much in the way of quantity, but the quality of my experience was amazing.
While I would love to say that no glass was harmed in the taking of these photos, a few unlucky pieces did tumble over the rock face and back to the waiting ocean floor below.