I am continually amazed at the power of the sea and wind in setting its own agenda, which gets me considering the power I have to set my agenda for silence, solitude and simplicity here at the cottage. I do what I can to follow my bliss and enjoy the moment, and, when I remember, to hope to ‘do no harm’. Even as I love all the kinds of weather I experience, I am well aware that the sea and wind does harm, and that hope plays no part in wild waves or rock filled beaches. Hope is a human concept, personal and fragile.
In a little bit I’m going to go out for my walk. I’m in control of how I bundle up, but that’s about it. Very likely, I’ll be hoping for the wind to die down and the sun to come out.