Back from the Beach

Back from the beach, drinking my stinging nettle infusion I want to keep the openness of the sea and the beaches in my head.
How can I achieve that?
When I occasionally step out of my comfort zone, I return with more openness.
It seems to be a time for new paths, new highways, new decisions.
However, I will carry the beach with me, in my mind.
It is always there, and it is always here, too.
It is not a memory but an attitude.

So bury me not in the lone prairie but carry my ashes to the mighty sea.

How can I share my beach-experience with others? That remains to be seen in a time of media transported permanent crisis.

The rocks on that beach have seen many a crisis. They are a billion years old and now they have to face erosion. Limpets lurk upon some of them. Moss and algae grow on others. Soon their billion year old existence will turn into a billion grains of sand.

The show must go on, they say. So lets go back from the beach into the facespooky, business wishy-washy-laden world of racist gobbledegook. But let the rocks and the beach be my companions there.