Elliott Heads Revisited

We headed back to Elliott Heads late this afternoon to show CCN's Mum and Dad the dramatic changes that had been taking place out there.  The old kiosk that had been there as long as anyone could remember has been demolished and a brand spanking new one built to replace it.  Out with the old in with the new!!  Must admit the fish and chips were pretty good and we all tucked in.

I blipped an image on the 30th of December of the sunset at the Heads.  It was nothing like that tonight and this image is taken from a very similar position to this one.  No magical still pools tonight, just a wonderful wind blown beach with the waves rolling in incessantly.  As I stood there tonight watching and reflecting on the scene in front of me it reminded me of this passage from the "Gift from the Sea"

And then, some morning in the second week, the mind wakes, comes to life again. Not in a city sense – no—but beach-wise. It begins to drift, to play, to turn over in gentle careless rolls like those lazy waves on the beach. One never knows what chance treasures these easy unconscious rollers may toss up, on the smooth white sand of the conscious mind; what perfectly rounded stone, what rare shell from the ocean floor. Perhaps a channeled whelk, a moon shell, or even an argonaut.



But it must not be sought for or – heaven forbid! – dug for. No, no dredging of the sea-bottom here. That would defeat one’s purpose. The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith. Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.





-- Anne Morrow Lindberg from "Gift from the Sea"