and so i decided to run along the shore of my life
all the shells are still there
scattered shattered memories washed by the sea
wind and sand, salt and sun, time and rain
the ocean sings the waves dance
it has always been the way of grace
love is here
i am grateful
for all the love that is here
Something a little bit different for me as I tend to gravitate towards landscapes. This is what you see when you look up in the beautiful Field Museum in Chicago.
Now if I could just figure out a way to climb to the top and take a picture from there.
Another perspective on my favorite bridge.
Happy Easter!
Thought I would share what Easter looks like for our church this year. Hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend!
cross the bridge
or stay right here
i’m scared
i’m not so sure
if I can
cross the bridge
i’m okay
right here
right now
what if
i mean
what if
i cross
the bridge
take my hand
lets go
Well…. maybe not serving these today 🙂 Jones Beach, New York.
Dear 1-2 inches of snow that fell in the Chicago area: Remember this? Your days are numbered.
Back to my favorite beach: Jones Beach, NY. For me, the nature of the shore brings a welcomed reminder of my smallness…. a sense of wonder… a sense of story…. it’s funny that I really don’t have a desire to be on the sea… but taking a walk along the shore…the music of the waves…the sea gull choirs… the refrain of the ocean advancing and retreating as my feet are swallowed up by the sand… salty air you can taste… and memories… clinging to my dad as a child while he fearlessly carried me into – what was for me – the great deep ocean…i was terrified and overjoyed all at once…. or watching my dad effortlessly float on his back as he sailed away… my mom breaking out delicious food and making sure we had sunscreen… lots of sunscreen!….. hope you are having a great weekend…
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