On the Beach, Conscience on Leash

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he.</i></p><p id="6773">At first we let the beast out, walking it on the beach tethered on a tight leash where it would bray disappointments and recriminations but the effect was dispiriting</p><p id="18e3">So we stoppered up all that noise in a green bottle we found in the marsh grass and flung it out past the diving seagulls beyond the frenzied brown surf where the bottle splashed, glinted in the sun, and then was gone.</p><p id="af68">We celebrated in the lee of the wind sitting where the dune sand was soft absorbing sun dazzle on water, doing nothing but breathing.</p><p id="34bf">Later we watched the celestial changing of the guard the moon shining bright over the ocean like a fresh goddess with a message of freedom.</p><p id="b828"><i>As always, thanks for reading…</i></p><div id="ecc2" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/one-to-tango-631ef3d70047"> <div> <div> <h2>One To Tango</h2>

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Freedom is a state of mind

We live in a tent among the beach dunes no longer writing code, not even in the sand, a new life with the ocean as our companion and we count our treasure in sharks’ teeth and shells

The hardest part has been keeping our minds at bay, the scolding work ethic that screams, Accomplish things! You’re wasting time! Make something of yourself! Never ever does it say, Be. Experience. Breathe.

At first we let the beast out, walking it on the beach tethered on a tight leash where it would bray disappointments and recriminations but the effect was dispiriting

So we stoppered up all that noise in a green bottle we found in the marsh grass and flung it out past the diving seagulls beyond the frenzied brown surf where the bottle splashed, glinted in the sun, and then was gone.

We celebrated in the lee of the wind sitting where the dune sand was soft absorbing sun dazzle on water, doing nothing but breathing.

Later we watched the celestial changing of the guard the moon shining bright over the ocean like a fresh goddess with a message of freedom.

As always, thanks for reading…