Today I am posting the same post on both of my blogs. This is for you.
The gulls call overhead as I sit watching the blue Pacific kiss the
sandy shores. The immensity of it, the roar, the wind, the smells fill
my heart with longing and love. It calls to me from a primitive place
that I have yet to discover. It takes me to a place I have no words for
and leaves me there with every sense alive.
I was a
teenager when I first saw the Atlantic Ocean. I was the only one of the
Loxley girls to travel alone with our parents. It was dark by the time
were arrived at the ocean's side in Pompano Beach, Florida. Dad took my
hand and lead me to the water. I was afraid. The roar sounded like a
giant monster coming at us from the unknown. I wanted to leave, but Dad
made me stay to listen. I could not comprehend the vastness that I could
not see. I could only feel the depths of it in my heart.
We
grow and learn. We learn to face fears and to overcome anxiety. We
learn to understand monsters in the night. We learn to listen with our
hearts. We learn and grow if we are wise.
Dad taught me
to love beach combing. Of course, that beach was in Michigan on Lake
Hamlin. This is where I discovered what would be my favorite fishing
pole washed upon the shore. Driftwood, rocks, a feather or maybe dead
fish crossed our path. He taught me to be surprised and awed. He taught
me to be curious. In Florida, he showed me a new beach. Shells I had
never seen before. Sand that whispered when my feet skimmed the
glistening surface. Waves that the giant ocean cast around my feet.
The
world is full of rumblings, revenge, guns, hate, most of all fear. A
roaring body in the night. A darkness that falls completely. I was
taught to look beyond that roar for what is beautiful and am still
surprised and awed by what I find. I have learned that looking for good
in all allows more good to flow in all directions. Beautiful pearls of
hope that wash upon my heart. I would never pick up a weapon or write
about hate. It is not my belief and would only feed the darkness that
already prevails.
I sit upon the shore. The gulls call
to me looking for a scrap of bread. The ocean calls to me asking me to
keep it safe and clean. The earth beneath my feet cries for love among
all with hate dissipating as each wave retreats. I stand in the night before a
roaring ocean and say, "I will not be darkness. I will be a light."
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