One of my usual “grounding” rituals turned into a walk along nature’s art show.
I didn’t set out to capture anything. My plan was to stroll, be in the moment, hit my step goals, breathe in the salt air, meditate while walking. But somewhere past the little bridge on the river, I started seeing intricate masterpieces nature had left for me. Maybe it’s because I was fully present, not lost in worries or man-made noise, that these details revealed themselves.
Also, it has something to do with the condition of the beach, it doesn’t look the same all the time. On this day, it was low tide, the water was calm, sea shells and little rocks were glistening on the sand under the sun.
A tiny bee buzzed around the surface as I paused to take a photo of this “presentation,” like hey, life is always moving, always creating, even when we’re still. How did it get there?
Isn’t that pretty?
Then there was this series in the sand.
It reminded me of watercolor artworks. That technique where you blow the paint and let it flow so the water creates its own patterns. Nature was doing the same here at the same time somewhat showing me what happens when life isn’t forced.
The tree branches were formed when the tide recedes from the shells or stones.
And here’s the fun part!
At first, I thought they were thin bicycle tire tracks, but they turned out to be trails left by tiny crabs.
They probably bump into these stones they couldn’t see and it created intricate intersections.
I found this colorful stone and took it home.
And if this is an art show these are the highlights of the entire collection. Above’s quite like Miro’s then we jump into a whole new genre below.
The beach was great that day although I didn’t swim. I’ve had more than enough swimming episodes while in Nacpan. The tide was low, the water so calm. My favorite beach time! Sunshine on the sand and small rocks and shells scattered across the shore. It made me think about how life’s tides change, too, how hearts shift between high and low waters, between hiding and revealing.
There’s something about these small, fleeting creations that reminds us to live the same way: open to the moment.
True beauty doesn’t demand attention indeed.
It simply exists.
Waiting for us to slow down and notice.
I create digital and traditional art inspired by nature, music, life, and spirituality. writeme@lheanstorm.com for Commissions, Web3 collabs & Inquiries.
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