on today’s tray ~ mara, german shorthaired pointer, oceans, beaches, grace, mother and of course coffee!
There’s the photo of our old friend Mara. Her first time at the beach, seeing the ocean.
Got me thinking to the first time I was ever at the beach. Sure, I’d have been very young. My mother loved the sea. Even when there became five of us kids, my father would as testament to his great love for her, made sure she got a least one pilgrimage per year. At one point piling five kids into the station wagon. Family of seven in those days before the interstates when it took hours to get there.
So, while I can get a picture of those travels and those beaches – Maine, Cape Cod, New Hampshire, I cant picture my first time.
But even though I’m sitting here hours, even with interstates away from any ocean all I have to do is think to myself – When was my first time at the beach? And there comes this feeling of small and big at the same time, breathless and able to breath deeper than ever before this wide open breath of body, mind, soul ~
There is a grace that comes from nature
A grace un filtered by the hand of man
A knowing that my mother knew quite well
The gift she gave to each of us
First time at the beach
First time seeing the ocean
First time feeling grace
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