Every now and then I feel a pull. When things feel unsettled and nerves are jangled, I need something to ground me. And I always find it at the ocean. I call it my vitamin sea.
We are about an hour away from the beach but I never regret the drive. Even with two little boys in the back. Last week the kids and I decided to take the day and head to Currumbin and the SWELL festival.
There were other things that we could have been doing. A list a mile long filled with housework and work. But then there always is. And it’s not what any of us needed.
Instead we headed to sand, sea, vast skies and vast artwork. SWELL hosts large scale feats of creativity and engineering. They adorn the beach and pathways. Structures big enough to explore. Abstract art where the meaning is not entirely clear but paves the way for conversation. Conversations with children being particularly enlightening. Art that makes a political or environmental statement. Which is an excellent launching point to get the kids to talk about these issues and their potential solutions. Art that makes you think and talk and feel. An outdoor classroom.
All set against the cerulean tones of ocean and sky.
The beach is muse to many. Balm to more souls than my own. Awesome and inspiring. I think the sheer size and space of it all puts other things into perspective and allows greater things to grow. There is something cleansing about the ocean. A sense that everything will be okay. My husband likes to joke “Everything is better at the beach”. And it is.
It’s the perfect backdrop for art. For restoration. And for creativity to bloom.
Did you go to SWELL?
Even skivved off because your soul needed it?