Photo by Swirly
This beach is about three minutes walk from my kitchen table. When I'm stuck in my writing or overwhelmed with the list of things that I 'have' to get done in a day, I sometimes remember to put everything down and walk out the door. If I do, then I arrive on this wild, windswept beach with Kapiti Island in the distance. We are a wee village and during the day it isn't unusual to have the beach to myself. By the time I've walked to the end of the beach and back, about an hour's walk, I usually either found the thread that will unravel my tangled writing or - more often - remembered that it doesn't matter enough to get myself tied up in knots. Actually, I think I better make sure I go for one of those walks today.