Morning at the beach is lovely.
It reminds me of who I am why I am here.
I see the ducks and sandpipers along the shore and I am reminded of how special this place is. If only I had the time to spend all my days at the beach.
Another piece is going to be published in Dhammapram and another is underway out in Chicago. Good news, but all I can think of is quiet moments at the beach and the air when I was at the Grand Canyon. I will never forget compared to this beach, that canyon is "just a rock" as someone told me. Beautiful all the same.
Still, given all the chintzy lights, the fluff and the parities, there is a real splendor to this place that is as religious-in a way- as it was when it was first settled. There is a beauty to the waves and wherever I go, I used to carry a bag of sand with me from this beach at this spot. I think of the boardwalk and the people there.
I found this picture by tulz43 http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTefZAxtZHYgcB2t2jzbkF/SIG=12js8gind/EXP=1205344192/**http%3A//www.flickr.com/photos/schrammers_still_frames/212227186/ thank you for being a great photographer and for the lovely picture.
It reminds me of home. Today it is time for pinot noir to make me stop remembering the past, live now and hope for the future.
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"It reminds me of who I am why I am here."
We need those reminders sometimes, don't we? I'm coming up on a major change in my life, and while it is frightening it is also somewhat liberating. As long as I remember who I am, I'll be fine.
Great picture.