It’s autumn. Officially. The leaves on the trees are starting to turn and there is a definite nip in the air. Last night temperatures got to just 5 degrees Celsius. It can be hard, this time of year: we know the days are getting shorter and colder. Yet despite – or maybe because of – this autumnal feel, a good friend, myself and our children myself headed to the beach on Saturday.
It was the sort of day that would keep you indoors, a blanket wrapped around your feet, a good book and a bit of jazz going or an old movie on the box.
But the minute we parked the cars and hoped out, whipped on our raincoats and declared
the day seemed to shift.
There was a glimmer of summer, a hint of brightness still left. And the day continued that way. Threatening, occasional rain and a chill but with this an optimism, solid and tangible.
We played hide and seek in the sand dunes, watched the clouds race and listened to what the sea was telling us. And were amazed at the spirit of the children when they threw off their clothes and raced into the Irish Sea….laughed at their screams and yelps and laughs and their shivers when they ran out again.
There was something magical about the spontaneity of it all. It was that feeling you get when you’re on top of a mountain after walking for a few hours to get there: it’s the feeling of freedom. And lying on the reeds watching the clouds gave all of us just that.
The sense of being in the moment, alive and living.
I realised while writing this piece that next week is suicide prevention week. To highlight the need to turn the tide of suicide in Ireland there is a vigil in Dublin on 5th September. And of course September 10th is World Suicide Prevention Day.
I think we all need to keep near that sense of freedom that feeling alive can give us. And be mindful of or help those who might be struggling.