Sometimes I think with such clarity out here. The thoughts rushing towards me like waves on the sand. It’s the ocean, vast and powerful.
It stuns me with its beauty into a comfortable silence. Like the kind between old friends although we’ve really just met.Some people write their names in the sand, a declaration of love or friendship or politics. The letters are big, letting the whole world know.But the ocean won’t allow it, because to her, the only thing that matters is this moment, right now. So she respectfully washes them away because this is not the place. You do not own even one grain of her sand. It is on loan to you. For this one moment of this one day. So be alive and be present. It’s a gift, you know.
Perhaps the next day or the next week or the next year you will go back because the tides pull you, too. And there wrapped up on her sandy shores the mighty ocean will deliver another gift to you – the clarity once again to live in the moment.
This place is good for my soul.
I’m off to another place that’s good for my soul…I’ll be back after our trip East.