The Beach

I am walking down a beach at sunset. I am walking with the man that I love. He holds my hand and as we walk in silence I am aware of his power, his wisdom and his beauty. We can hear the rhythmic lap of the waves on the shore, all is peaceful. As the sun sets we are enveloped in the soft light, the sand is warm under our feet and we can feel the swell of our desire which seems to echo the swell of the ocean - unfathomable, ancient, relentless. We go over to the rocks to find a place where we can lie together, and to be one. Not a word is needed. And so begins the oldest of rites, the profound sharing of the core of two people - life and its expression. A sea bird flies lazily over head, emitting its piercing cry - the cry mingles with ..... Oh bugger, still got those assignments to do!

Well you know what they say (the Gouldings that is) when in danger of becoming Obsessive, choose to have a sexual fantasy instead. Ho hum, back to 'Redecision and its application in Therapeutic Practice'. Grizzly indeed.