Gosh, the fact that this is a winter beach you are strolling along makes me think of the winter beaches of war, from Japanese corpses on the beach of Saipan (Mariana Islands) January 01, 1939 and in November 1943, the United States Marine Corps' capture of the tiny atoll of Tarawa in the central Pacific that cost more than 3,000 casualties. American censors banned a public screening of the US Navy film of this event, arguing that its shocking images of a lagoon red with soldiers' blood would undermine the morale of US forces and the Home Front.
Beaches are not just for Summer seasonal holidays but invasion platforms. The poignancy and irony is deeply moving.
Winter beach, memories, the power-words in this for me.
In 2004, my siblings and I joined for a retreat on Hunting Beach, S.C. the first week of Nov.
It was warm enough, two of those days, to wade in the sea waters. My beachcomber sister was out each day, collecting treasures. We each took a day at our turn for meal prep at the primitive cottage. The marsh side behind us, we observed shrimppers daily hoisting and lowering nets, and wildlife of snakes, and deer, and one alligator.
Such a beautiful memory that was unlocked in me in this ku, after two years of loosing that one to a brain trama.
For many years, we have walked the ocean beach near our home on January first, It is a ritual we both look forward to each year regardless of the wintry weather.. We do it for many reasons, not the least of which is to allow the memories to wash over us, wave after wave. This subtle poem spoke volumes to me. Thank you.