Tuesday, September 8, 2009
At the beach one morning
When the ocean has been sad, been weeping furies of tears that break the world down into very small particles, and the mist is everywhere in my eyes and hair, I love to walk with the seagulls along the shoreline. Nothing is more beautiful than when the sun first begins its shine on those turbulent waves. This dense peace, as the light glistens on spray and foam, is not the happiness of a sunny day with its carefree azure waves. It is the deep peace of those who have known pain in their lives. It is the beauty of soothing, of soft healing, perhaps even of forgiveness.
Early Monday morning on Labor Day, I walked the beach one more time before we left. I felt the windy chill leave my skin as a the horizon broke into blue fire, and color emerged. The subtlety was astounding.