Simply..come walk with me....

Come walk with me
Along the sea
Where dusk sits on the land
And search with me
For shells are free,
And treasures hide in  sand.

Anon

This is the first poem in Shorelines and I thought it would be a lovely thing to read a poem each day of January and then take a walk upon the shore with that poem in mind.  It was a bitterly cold walk at dusk tonight, and before I ventured out with as many layers as an onion - thermals and two scarves - I made sure the fire was stoked up and a tray was set with cranberry and orange tea and a slcie of Betty's Christmas cake (thank you Lynne!).

I am so glad I went! It was beautiful. Joyful.