Reflection is good for us but in our busy lifes we rarely spend enough time doing it. The accident and the resultant changes to life and plans give plenty of opportunity to reflect, in fact its hard not to reflect when holding your cell phone generates shooting pains through your wrist*.
Some people have spoken about the Appley tag and I thought it worth refreshing, and recording, what it is that it means. Many thousands of people experience the beauty of a sun drenched Appley beach but the audience for the snow covered winter view is very much smaller.
I have gorgeous pictures of storms breaking over the pier at home thanks to the wonderful Nigel Pepper (google him) and they evoke the same emotion. Tourist areas you see don’t give themselves easily, sure you spend time in them, you enjoy them and form memories in them but your part of a high volume that passes through your not part of the place.
These places give themselves to you and embrace you when you share the pristine beauty of the desolate winter scene, that’s when these beautiful places become home, its when they give you their secrets.
That is what the Appley scene means to me, it means that I have made my home, means that I have shared the times that are reserved for the small audience that belong to an area.
The ability to take that stroll, on that beach, at that time will allow me to reflect, and that reflection will be from a changed position, a different perspective and will mark an achievement for me.
Its a long road, there are some twists in it (just like my wrists) but hey as Debs reminded me last week, I had a very bad prognosis but I’ve surpassed every expectation and I have no intention of stopping.
I may be running late but I will make my Appley
*Of course I refuse to change position in response, they will learn who is in control here