The beach is my church.
Standing barefoot and humble in the sand, looking out past the crashing breakers to the big blue beyond, my mind and heart vibrating with the sound of eternity in the song of the ocean, I am filled with peace and gratitude (and respect) for the strength and the forever-ness of the great ocean, our birth waters.
A poem by Robert Frost says it well: “The heart can think of no devotion/ greater than being shore to the ocean/ holding the curve of one position/ counting the endless repetition.”
The yin/yang of geography: shore and ocean forever and ever. [Read more…]