October 12, 2015
(If we live with an open and grateful attitude, every day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during the year I turned 70.)
A good way to end my day is to sit on a rock at Downs Park, watch the waves of the Chesapeake Bay wash over the shore and listen to the rhythm. Sometimes the waves crash to the shore and other times they undulate gently, blurring the lines between beginning and ending.
Some days the water is greedy and leaves no beach for me to walk on, while other days I find wide stretches of sand where I can leave my footprints until the tide comes in again. I am reminded of the ebb and flow of life. When life leaves little on the shore, all I need to do is wait and then the shore will have ample space for me. Patience—life will move at its own pace.
As the sun sets and I gaze at the horizon, on some days there is a clear division between sky and water but on other days, the sky melts into the water so that I cannot see where one ends and the other begins. I think about how on this shore, I embrace the serenity of the moment and I wonder who sits on other shores connected by the same bay, sharing the same moments. The evening glow washes over all of us—strangers, yet linked in the song of the waves.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My gift today is reverie at the water's edge.