This was created with de-stressing and grounding in mind. I hope it helps you if you’re needing it. 🙂
I am standing on the top of a sand dune looking out to sea. It is overcast and I wonder if it might rain soon. The afternoon sun isn’t revealing herself from behind the clouds. I wrap a woollen blanket around me tighter. The wind is cold and on my face it stings a little.
The ocean seems rough, the waves are crashing down angrily onto the sand. The sound it makes is annoying me. A persistent nagging reminder of how things move forward on and on, regardless of anything.
I walk down the dune to be closer to the water. I can taste the salt in the air. The blanket is so comforting around my shoulders and I pull it closer around my neck. It feels like a warm hug. As I’m getting closer to the water the sand gets heavier and wetter around my bare feet. I am as close to the water as I want to go now and stand watching my feet as they start to slowly sink and shift in the wet sand.
A wave comes up and crashes, leaving a foamy aftermath which slides up the beach and tickles the tips of my toes. I am surprised by how nice the water feels. It’s not cold at all. I can’t help but laugh.
It happens again and I am softened and warmed by this cheeky act performed by something greater than I. I want to play a game with this foam and try and sneak my toes away at the last minute. But the sand is too dense and my toes get wet and again I laugh and a grin is now firmly on my face. The woollen blanket is looser around my shoulders now, I feel warmer having danced this little dance with the ocean foam. I flick some water up with my big toe towards the ocean as if to taunt it.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a shell which is higher up the water line and on drier sand and a little further up the beach. I walk towards it to have a closer look. It is a pearly pink and white coloured conical shell. I am crouched over it and behind me it seems the clouds have moved out of the way because the shell’s surface catches the sun and it sparkles in the light. I decide to pick it up. The sand around it sticks to my hands. It is in the palm of my left hand, sitting still and sparkling. I want to laugh at myself for being so child-like about this. It’s JUST a shell. The bubbles of a laugh are tickling my throat from the inside.
Suddenly the shell tilts and I feel something move on my palm. I gasp and in my surprise I drop the shell to the ground. Feeling apologetic to the shell and whatever is inside it, I instantly crouch down to look at where it lay.
The shell lifts and from underneath it a tiny mouse figure appears. He is standing upright and is wearing a vest and pants. I am so surprised by this that I laugh out loud. Having moved out from under the shell completely, this mouse is now standing, hands on hips, looking at me, frowning. He looks really annoyed.
I put one hand over my mouth to try and stop my laughter. Once I’m slightly more composed I clear my throat and say “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you”.
The mouse nods sharply, acknowledging sternly that he was in fact disturbed, no doubt. He turns his back on me, goes back under and inside the shell, and just like that he is gone.
I laugh to myself, shake my head in disbelief and after a moment of wondering whether to disturb the mouse again or not, I turn on my heel and continue on down the beach a smile on my face.