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.
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