I have never seen wood look so red in the wild. I jump across the stream that enters the beach as a trickling waterfall dropping off the headlands. The water is absolutely clear. I am grateful for that which is still pristine.
A bulb kelp presented on a painterly log resembles a snake eating its tail. It creates a never-ending loop. God, how do I become whole? How do I touch Your Infinity without being consumed?
An ochre stone rests in the groove of driftwood. Help me, God, to rest in Your everlasting arms.
I come across a washed-up tree trunk. On one end I see two “eyes,” one of which is covered by sand. I must first remove the sand from my own eye so I can clearly see how to help remove the speck from another’s eye.
On the other end I see another set of “eyes,” but one of them is just a pucker, as if squinted closed. God, how do I perceive Your depth without both eyes wide open?
Seaweed encircles a log, clasped shut like a necklace. I must allow myself to be embraced by beauty, by God.
I pass a trunk that looks pocked, wounded. God, heal what disfigures me.
Near it, a smooth stick rests against hole-ridden sand. Beach creatures have probably dug these holes to breathe, eat or hide. How do I find holy ground? How do I breathe the breath of Spirit?
A small piece of driftwood has been carved by wind and water. What parts of myself need to be carved away and sent adrift?
As I pass a seaweed pod, I feel its aloneness on the vastness of the beach. And yet, I am never alone.
Friends, family, neighbors, God—they are all with me, supporting me through thick and thin. Holding me up.
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