Tuesday I did not go to the beach … too many stairs in the rental house had my sciatic nerve sending clear signals to STOP.
But I did make a tide chart with G, so he would know whether the tide was rising or falling at the beach …
Turns out there was a sand dollar waiting to be found at low tide …
July 20, 2021 – Low tide find
with lots of other fun besides …
And if I missed being on the beach, at least there was rainy afternoon fun to be had making cookie dough …
Fortunately, after a full day of abstaining from stair climbing, I was ready to return to the beach on Wednesday. We headed for the County Park, a paid parking beach that was much more in keeping with our young folks/old folks vibe …
And if it rained, yet again, that afternoon, we took solace in playing Peace Ninjas (because this Nana is unwilling to play good guys/bad guys so we do tree pose to warm up and then save the world together) …
July 21, 2021 – One-line tree pose
Best of all was dinner … North Carolina sourced crab cakes (at an eye-popping $50 per pound, worth every penny) …
followed by a sighting of the waxing gibbous moon …
which G aptly called a “lemon moon” … a perfect view of which can be seen on Barry’s blog.
And through it all I was reading a biography of Agnes Martin … one I had reserved at the library in anticipation of our autumn trip to New Mexico, but which was handily available on the bookshelves in the vacation house.
Thursday I walked a prayer while beach combing. And as I did, I thought of the Kindred Spirits, picking up shells that reminded of Agnes Martin’s penciled grids and subtle colors …
July 22, 2021 – Nature’s pencil lines
and her words: “The response to art is … feeling, not intellectual … true feelings such as you would have at the beach — freedom, joy, gratitude, innocence, harmony, content(ment?), the sublime …”
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