On the Beach

I'm sitting on the beach right now, scribbling on a sand-filled note pad.  I used to always come here when I was depressed, searching for forgiveness and answers.  I usually found it in the rocks.  I would pick one up to represent beauty, one for strength, and one for hope.  I remember the morning that I was reaching for the hope rock and the surf rushed it back out to sea.  Suddenly hope was gone.

Now I have nothing around me except rocks of hope.  I wish the entire world could stop and be here with me right now and feel this peace.

I'm crying tears that are reminiscent of the sadness I had back then, and yet now they are filled with happiness and an enormous swelling of my heart.  I wish I could explain the incredible fullness I feel, together with nature and myself, and a huge appreciation for the gratitude.

The air if very cool but comfortable.  I cannot see another person anywhere on the beach.  The water is loud and silences life behind me to the East.  And as I look to the open and vast West, it is completely and defiantly free.  Not unlike my life right now.  What will come over the horizon is a mystery.  Meanwhile I will enjoy the sand and the sea and everything that comes from it.