Finding Your Own Path

As Rob and I drove over Big River Bridge, I noticed the sand bar below had shimmied over the river mouth to allow non-Wellington walking along the shoreline.

When we reached the beach, we split up because I wanted to explore the north end and he was drawn to the south. I came across a variety of objects that tickled my fancy: a fine-edged feather, a curiously curled leaf and a crab carapace.

As I ventured further I noted a recently fallen pine juxtaposed with paw prints—most likely a dog. I followed the base of the rocky bluffs and came to a smooth sand cove showcasing stubby, polished pieces of driftwood. A mussel shell poised in mid-clap revered a massive horizontal tree trunk.

A twisted branch in the sand reminded me how our environment can shape us. I’m being shaped by the scenery here—letting each wave of beauty wash over me in a never-ending motion. My rough edges are being polished.

I rejoined Rob. He had made new furry friends. I frolicked with an Australian Shepherd mix and as we played fetch with seaweed, we came across a dozen roses in the sand. We both stopped to smell them. The blooms confirmed I am on the “Path of Flowers”—a path God set me upon years ago that is coming to fruition. To which path have you been called?

All photos © Sondra Sula.