This summer I spent some beautiful days in Spain.
There is something about the feeling of sand between my toes…
Snowflakes are at this very minute dancing through the air, and my springtime-feeling from yesterday, are replaced by yet another day of winter.
Well, it was fairly optimistic to hope for springtime weather in February, and I’ve decided to be grateful for the day we had yesterday, and try not to be too annoyed by the fact that I’ll soon be shuffling snow to get out my car…
I think these two talk about the snow as well:
Well, yesterday I wrote in the sand… Today I’ll write in snow!
If you are one of my regular readers you would know that we have almost been buried in snow until recently, so my question must seem strange…But it is the truth, today we have had sunny weather, and the sun stayed throughout the day! There were actually sun, not only a glimpse, but an almost spring-feeling came through the air and hit my heart.
So I did what I think everyone should do after not seeing such nice weather in months, I went for a walk on the beach.
I have a lot on my mind these days, and my walk on the beach was a silent walk, where even my thoughts got a well-deserved break.
There is something about the ocean.
There is something about just being.
There is something about life.
It’s wonderful, isn’t it?
Since my hand still is hurting, and the new cast makes it pretty difficult to write, this will be a post where I’ll use photos from my beach minutes earlier today.
I find it much easier to write with a stick in sand, these days, than on a computer… So even when it’s said that we shouldn’t write in sand, I did just that, and I think my iPhone made some good photos…
The horror. The embarrassment. The feeling of being the laughing stock. From outstanding to not standing. At all. I always try not to use clichés when I speak or write, but I’m very tempted to use the sentence “I almost died…”
For the last three weeks I’ve been following a course with some amazing people, and two days ago we went out of the classroom and had a day out. We strolled in an aria that is famous for the vast beaches of round stones, and it was a great experience. We had a bonfire and made lunch, and we spent some beautiful hours. The weather was so nice, fall season at its best, sun from clear blue sky and no wind. We were sitting around the fire, laughing and talking, and I read them two of my poems from my upcoming book. This was the first time I’ve shared poems from the book with anybody, except my publisher, and I got quite nervous about it. Their response was very positive and encouraging, and I felt both relieved and a bit proud…
This should be the entire history! I got to read my poems and got positive response.
On our way back I fell a little behind. This was due to two separate causes, one: I walked slowly because I was admiring the great view of the vast sea; it was like a blue sea of sparkling diamonds. Two: I found it hard to walk on all the round stones on the beach, and it went on for ever. After some struggling minutes, I realized that everybody was waiting for me. They had stopped, and they were all looking back to see if I was soon to be joining them.
That’s when it happened. I fell. I fell flat on my face. My knee hurt, my hand hurt, I was on my way to burst into tears, and I felt like vomiting.
What did I do? I got right back up, said I was ok, and then I stared out on the horizon of the sea. Wishing they go away, both my pains and my fellow tour trackers. Of course, neither did.
I was so embarrassed. Wanting to laugh it off, feeling like crying and hiding. I finally caught up with them, and we continued. My hand felt like it should explode, and my leg was barely carrying me, but I continued. I didn’t know where to keep my eyes. My fellow trackers were too polite to laugh straight to my face, but my fall must have been a ridiculous sight.
Mortified, all I wanted was to get away from the embarrassing moment. We walked about four km after my fall, and I have to admit, they were painful.
Not as painful as the ride home, though. I drove with one hand, and I know I kept the conversation going, but I’ve got no idea of the current topics. Arriving home, I got out of my car in a not-so-ladylike-manner, due to the stiffness in my knee. I spent the rest of the day and evening with my leg up high, and now it exposes the map of the world, painted in colours from bright blue, dark green and purple.
My hand is swollen, fingers stiff, and painted in a greenish colour with dark blue spots.
The fall definitively makes the top five list of most embarrassing moments in my life. Definitively! I went from being outstanding to not be standing! That’s what happens when you fall flat on your face.