There are sand flats that we are graced to witness frequently at our beloved Skaket Beach in Orleans. I love to observe the flats, especially while gliding over them with each stroke taken in the celestial salt waters. Skaket Beach has especially pristine flats, easily seen in the creamy water days when the sea lulls the sleepy shores. They spread for miles when tides are low and one day we were able to convince our friend Steve, a talented local potter, to meet us in the early morning hours to make an impression of them with plaster of paris. To our delight, he showed up, and with wheelbarrow, two-by-fours, and plaster in tow, we found picturesque flats to frame and mold. We shaped clay into the impressions and made a unique Skaket Beach sand flat bowl for us to cherish and to hold. Michael and I were married on Skaket Beach in 2010 and it continues to nourish us everyday, if not with salt, in spirit.
Today, while swimming on one of these creamy water days, I noticed the clouds above mirroring the reflection of the flats. I will call them cloud flats. They shared the same rippled movement, the same contours of our spine spooning. Their whites woven with blue, like waves lapping the shore. Michael painted such a scene, once, spontaneously by memory, with the same blues and whites and lapping lines. It stayed here in our studio, forgotten, leaning against the corner wall. Today, I saw this painting in the sky...cloud flats...and now it hangs in our newly renovated bathroom with an aqua wall that was waiting for this painting.
Nature reflects its beauty in the hearts of sky, land, water, and us! Our spine and sinew, which holds our posture strong and flexible, is figure-lined in the dunes, and sand flats, waves and clouds. A reminder of the continuum we exist with. A welcomed knowing of the threads that weave our soul.
Carrot friends, embrace the figure lines of nature, of our soul!
xo Bess
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