I love my little place by the sea. Here is where I collect my Norwegian Kelp for my Norwegian Kelp Soap.
Right at this spot is a great place to sit, in a crook between the rocks that jut up from the sea. In the water right in front of my feet here, the solid stone dives steeply almost 60 meters. There's great spots for fishing, both her and on the other side of the fjord.
Right in front of me the sea is rising and in just over an hour it will have risen enough to cover all the Norwegian Kelp. It will have washed away my gathering bucket and will be touching my toes.
But I'm in no rush.
I have good time.
'Eternity is in love with the productions of time,' said William Blake and it's here that I find that quote to be a truth that drives itself deep into me, though I cannot explain why that quote would mean so much here and now.
This is not a problem, because I am in no rush.
I have good time to ponder this, not paying attention to the water that creeps closer.