HANNA'S WALK

Yesterday was a wonderful day by the seaside.
An unexpected summer day.

The eastern light our spires touch at morning,
The light that slants upon our western doors at evening,
The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight,
Moon light and star light, owl and moth light,
Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.
O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

T.S. Eliot

World Oceans Day

Ocean
I am in love with Ocean
lifting her thousands of white hats
in the chop of the storm,
or lying smooth and blue, the
loveliest bed in the world.
In the personal life, there is

always grief more than enough,
a heart-load for each of us
on the dusty road. I suppose
there is a reason for this, so I will be
patient, acquiescent. But I will live
nowhere except here, by Ocean, trusting
equally in all the blast and welcome
of her sorrowless, salt self.

Mary Oliver, from Red Bird

World Oceans Day

Twinkling stars on the horizon,
the eternal song from an embracing blue sea.
The smell of sand and sea
salt on my skin and lips.
Tales from the birds of the sea,
disturbed by clattering cups
and the fragrance of coffee.
That’s my childhood memories
and the day of tomorrow.
Hanna

A fleck of foam on the shining sand,
Left by the ebbing sea,
But richer than man may understand
In magic and mystery–
Transient bubbles rainbow-bright,
Myriad-hued and strange,
Tremble and throb in the noonday light,
Flower and flush and change.

A million tides have come and gone,
Great gales of autumn and spring,
A million summoning moons have shone
To bring to birth this thing–
A foam-fleck left on the ribbed wet sand
By the wave of an outgoing sea,
With all the colour of Faeryland,
Wonder and mystery.
Teresa Hooley

Above Time, Like The Breath Of Sea

We have timelines on social media. We have timelines for perspective, for an overview, for planning …
A walk along the coastline, is a journey into infinity, another timeline.
A time to breathe, a time to run and a time to laugh,
like the breath of the sea.

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.
Henry David Thoreau

Hornbaek Strand

Note

Wiki about Hornbæk
Naturstyrelsen om Hornbæk Plantage

Melby KirkeI took the train out into the countryside to the north coast of Zealand.
Watching the fields enlarging and the view becoming wide as if one climb a mountain. Animals on the field, birds, cloud patterns, colours, contours and shadows.
Sometimes interrupted by a hedge against the rails then suddenly to surprise with a new landscape, just as if the train emerged from a tunnel.
Why is the extended view so pleasant for the mind. Green rolling fields and endless bluish sea. It is great relaxation.

The church door was open in the newly restored village church. The frescoes were restored, and the tree of life was newly painted in the chapel.

When I approach the beach my mind cross the memory of the last time I was here.
A gale was doing it’s best to give brave windsurfers their life’s adventure.
Today the temperature is very pleasant and I end my walk at a little village from where I can take another train home.
That’s the great thing about Denmark. You are able to plan a lot of exiting walks in nature by taking advantage of train and bus.

Melby Overdrev

Tisvildeleje Strand

Liseleje Strand

Liseleje Strand

Note

Melby Kirke
Train from Hillerød – Melby
Kitesurfing….

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