Echo

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Like a loon, the dove’s cry echos across the water, and peace settles in for the day.

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Ordinary

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Always, after stormy and unsettling times, the peace of everyday life is a balm for the soul. Wrapped in a blanket I watch the day begin anew.

Oceania

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Mezmerized by the wild ocean after a storm…

Unexpected

A chilly windy sunrise with a hot cup of tea. Not what I expected this July morning, but my heart is happy with the surprise.

Endlessness

Meandering along the boardwalk reveals more blossoms than I had thought grew by the sea. We are all NOT the same, (how delightful!), and,

we ARE all the same. Same hurts, same desires, same hopes and same needs. My daily challenge is to love all things equally, and in that developing compassion, find the love I need for this work in progress.

Light

img_4475When I am here I cannot resist going down to the beach early to see the dawning, to be inside it as it happens. The ocean transforms herself daily, hourly, and as the sun appears, I am transfixed by the light.

Dark

 

img_4283I wasn’t always a morning person. These days I enjoy the dark quiet hours while the world awakens, when my thoughts are closer to the surface and I listen to their wisdom.

Childhood

 

imageWatching them, I remember. The push-pull of the waves receeding past your feet; the icy-cold numbness because you wanted to jump one more wave, and then one more; the screams; the laughter; the racing back for your towel, to sit in the sun and warm up. A day at the beach is childhood.

Beach Stones

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Yesterday we went to the cemetery, as we do several times a year, to visit, to remember, to place stones on the graves of ancestors and friends. Since this family has spent generations by the sea, we bring beach stones to mark our presence here. Anyone who sees them knows that these people reside in the hearts of their descendents forever.

Disappointment

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Disappointment has two sides, doesn’t it? I wanted to go with them but knew it would be too much for me. I had been looking forward to the smell of the ocean as we explored the island’s windy scape. I wanted to see the mainland from miles at sea, accompanied by gulls screaming overhead. I just wasn’t ready to be away from home for an entire day.

While they were gone I drew in my sketchbook, read a book about knitting socks while walking through the Scottish Highlands, took a nap with Sammy, and sat on the porch  watching a downpour. Each moment glistens in its own way, and I saw. The quiet helped me see that each moment is worthy of cherishing whether something spectacular is happening, or something simple is unfolding in front of me in its own time. Simple pleasures.

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