Portobello beach, Edinburgh
There’s something visceral, primal, about my love for walking shoreline. Tonight, eyes streaming in a stiff and chilly wind, the endorphins raced and coursed, cobwebs flew and mind was cleared.
Noticing people walking into the wind on a beach is to observe a kind of grim determination. Noticing the same faces retracing earlier steps is to see innumerable smiles.
We meditate, and contemplate, and deflate – letting off the pressure – often without knowing at the time that it is so. Yes: visceral and primal. And wonder-full!