Dear Diary, there is a big wind up today and the water is rough. I love it. It is all I can hear, more even than my thoughts. I sat and did six rows of hit and miiss squares with the waves banging against the shore. Once in a while you could hear someone squeal with delight when a wave hit them. Sound overtakes our mind some. It can be soothing, like a mantra, or it can be like a grate, depending on the sound. The water, the waves are a calm sound, though they themselves are no way calm. They are strong and agressive, crashing, yet they lull me. Between that sound and my hook thrumming, I am lucky I am not in a trance. Perhaps I am.


How different the lake looks when it is rough. I watched my grandchildren boogie board those waves, jump and dive in to the breaking waves white and frothy. Lake Huron has so many moods, one day tranquil, smooth as glass. The following day much more interesting, with so much action going on. The colour of the sky, glorious shades of the water, I am inspired to get out my hooking and capture all of it. I am restless to get going and design some thing worth while. It doesn’t come easy for me, like it does for you Deanne. Rather frustrating, my workshop is cluttered with drawings, not sure how I am going to go about creating something worth while. How I wish I had your artistic talent to just DO it. Oh well tomorrow I will take another stab at it. Shirley. P.S. I made a great Mile High Pie today that was scrumptious LOL.
I, too, love the crash of the waves when we are at our lake place! Yesterday, me and my mister walked along the beach down the way looking for beach glass and drift wood ~ the sound of the waves was hypnotic, really ~ there were people there but we kind of just walked by and were in our own little world! It’s a wonderful thing!
It’s nice to know I’m not alone in my love of wind and waves and sound. If something is troubling me, it’s the first place I want to go (the Oregon coast I mean) – and hour and 20 minutes drive and I can be walking along the sand, hearing and seeing the waves, lost in my own world. It’s a beautiful thing!
jeri, I think many of us know that feling. It is meditative