Footsteps

A sandy beach is the perfect place for gentle footsteps.  For a change of pace, I decided to take TD and her friend off to a beach.  We had to collect some pottery we had painted a few weeks before, so it seemed liked an excellent opportunity to go for a stroll on Hout Bay beach.  The girls raced to the water's edge, revelled in dipping their toes in the water, managed to persuade me to join them in a long jump game, and made "snow balls" from wet sand.  I went with no agenda, but found myself relaxing into my own pace and just enjoying my surroundings.  My Mom always liked a walk on the beach "to blow away the cobwebs."  I understand what she meant - the sound of the waves, the breeze, the feel of the sand and the wide open spaces are excellent antidotes for a busy mind.

When TD and her friend decided to climb some sand dunes, I opted out, and left them to it.  I sat and watched them from a distance, next to the nearby lagoon.  There was a flock of seagulls on the other side of the water.  Near them was a mass of something I couldn't quite make out....until I saw some movement.  The mass was a huddle of chicks, being watched over by the gulls nearby. Every now and then, one of the chicks would tentatively walk to the water's edge.  A few tried out their wings on short flights, and a couple tried to catch a fish. (one managed, but the fish was large and the bird dropped it!)

I was fascinated.  I spent a long time watching and wondering if the birds felt exhilaration at learning new skills (or feel anything at all).  I wondered if they used logic to figure out that flying into the wind is difficult, and the best course of action is to stop trying and glide with the air current (or is it built in instinct...) .I  enjoyed letting my mind float aimlessly.  It felt like a freedom to sit and watch properly for a while and not rush off. The whole scenario just seemed poetic to me.

I was, of course, keeping an eye on the girls too.  They were rolling down the dunes, burying their legs in sand, chatting and laughing.  Like the senior gulls, I was close enough to make sure of their safety, and far enough away to let them do their own thing.

Knowing how far away to sit as a parent is a bit of a skill.  Sometimes we need to hover closely and other times we need to let our children fly alone, even against the wind.  TD is tentatively dipping her toes into new waters, by trying out a CGM. (Continuous Glucose Monitor).  She has always been reluctant to use wearable technology, so last Saturday's appointment with the endocrinologist is a flight of freedom for her.  But as it is early days, I will write about that another time.

In the meantime, it is that time of year when we seem to endlessly plod through the shopping malls  and other (symbolically) hard paths.  Be gentle on yourself, and if you can, find a beach to enjoy soft footsteps and sand between your toes.