Meeting the Edge

There is something about an edge that can help us turn a corner. Those razor edges that can so clearly show up the contours of a cliff on which we may suddenly find ourselves standing. Whether we like it or not.

Whatever cliff life inadvertently leads us to, we can often find our feet more solidly as a result – if we can only stand strong with open arms in flow with all that circles around and within us. That gentle surrender that can somehow soften us to better meet our lives. Not as easy as it sounds though.

As I sat on the curve of a rock on the promontory at Boscastle in Cornwall, I could feel the wind blasting across me as the sun diffused its clouded light on the waves that thrashed below. Water coursing through the veins of this harbour with all the rising power of great fortitude. I often come here to be reminded of my own strength. To let go. To breathe in the sheer resolve of it all.

Here, in this village that suffered such devastation from flash flooding back in 2004. Here, in this place that’s since shown such resurrection and healing. A place whose immense beauty remains – even in the face of such ferocious unpredictability.

And we, who remain at its mercy, can always still hope to find a way to walk those edges with grace ?

By Debbie Geraghty

Hailing from Scotland and now living in Cornwall, UK. A window gazing lover of river and clouds. A visual storyteller and wondering wanderer who tries to live deeply - but lightly.

2 replies on “Meeting the Edge”

Debbie, this is just stunning. Both the visible picture and the underlying message. I so needed this today and like so many “coincidences” in my life, I stumbled upon it. A gift indeed.
Stay safe and much peace to you-
Sue Cavaliere

Thank you Susan. I’m so happy it spoke to you in some way. I love stumbling across things I need to hear too. Much peace to you also. Warmly, Debbie

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