Have you ever been somewhere so magical that it makes you feel like your heart is on the verge of busting wide open? Just about every time I go to Parsons beach in Kennebunk, Maine I get a wee-bit woozy from all the beauty that surrounds me.
This place reaches a part of me that I didn’t even know existed. Why is it that when I’m at this place I feel almost invincible and brilliant (again almost?) When I’m feeling this way and seeing things in this crystal clear yet hazy light I can imagine myself up high, flying and dashing across the sky. If only I could be a bird at the beach… even for just one glorious day. What would I see?
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What a lovely post — you definitely “fly” in your own way:)
August 25th, 2009
Such a lovely and wonderful post. It is amazing when a place can fill our souls with such power.
August 29th, 2009
lovely piece, lovely words. Being land-locked I don’t make it to the beach often but every time I visit I feel like I am 9 yrs old and overwhelmed by the bigness of it.
June 26th, 2010
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