A Wandering Soul

Some artists know they need their soul to create so they sell their sanity instead. -Connie B.

Indian Beach, Ecola State Park, OregonMy first time seeing this beach I was surrounded by violent waves. They were sucking rocks the size of melons back into the ocean with a rumbaing sound. The waves only left a five foot wide rocky beach littered with the corpses of trees. The fog closed in around us and I felt as if I was in the middle of no where. I felt deeply moved as if I were not alone on the beach standing in a unseen powerful spiritual event. Thirty minutes later the fog cleared revealing people, cars and dogs on the next section of beach. I felt I had witnessed a very rare and special moment.

Indian Beach, Ecola State Park, Oregon

My first time seeing this beach I was surrounded by violent waves. They were sucking rocks the size of melons back into the ocean with a rumbaing sound. The waves only left a five foot wide rocky beach littered with the corpses of trees. The fog closed in around us and I felt as if I was in the middle of no where. I felt deeply moved as if I were not alone on the beach standing in a unseen powerful spiritual event. Thirty minutes later the fog cleared revealing people, cars and dogs on the next section of beach. I felt I had witnessed a very rare and special moment.

9 months ago

  1. jamilasays reblogged this from connie-awanderingsoul and added:
    Those Too-Big moments : ) Thanks Connie. Was feelin’ a bit lonely and confused here — and that was a great reminder.
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