Saturday, September 21, 2019

September stillness




Perhaps September is the most beautiful month by the sea.

Everything slows down.

There are few swimmers braving cooler waters.

Sailboats amble by, and hardy fishermen trawl, yearning for that one big tug.

Sauntering to the estuary, I find time stands still.

"Be still and know that I am God."

Surrounded by nature, soothed by the rhythm of waves, warmed by brilliant sunshine and fanned by gentle winds, one enters a portal to the Divine.











Saturday, August 17, 2019

Solitary woman

Once in a blue moon, I find myself alone on the beach.

A late weekend afternoon, the sun is a torch; but the relentless wind propels and cools me as I wander along the deserted shoreline.

Craving silence, I hear the deafening crash of waves hurled with a vengeance at my feet.

I seek an unobstructed stretch of sand, but waters and winds conspire and throw rocks in my path.

I long for inner contemplation and escape from the noise of everyday life, but all around me nature cries out so loud that I stop in my tracks and acknowledge the presence of the Artist who created it all.

I'm listening, Lord.



Kneeling in the sand, I await the pounding waves.
The finery of wildflowers: Queen Anne's lace
One of my favorite places: a sandy crevice in the rocks.
Stairway to Heaven?
The Creator's artwork

Remnants of the Ice Age
Nature thrives in its rocky bed.

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Blossoms

Elizabeth Barrett Browning said it best: "Earth's crammed with Heaven, / And every common bush afire with God."

Blossoms, big and small, dot our landscape.

Life slows to a saunter at the beach.

Look around; and along with blue skies and waters, seek the Creator's handiwork.

Puffs of fuchsia rhododendrons color our world.
Alongside a stone wall, violet blossoms light up the roadway.

Pink beach roses thrive amid rounded beach stones.
Bunches of white flowers reach for the sky.
Daffodils burst with buds of yellow.
Tiny purple flowers hide in sandy beach soil.


Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Heaven on earth

"Now when these things begin to happen, look up and lift up your heads," reads one of my favorite Easter verses. Consequently, my head is always in the clouds. I am fascinated by the ever-changing vista above.

Dark swirling clouds shroud the sun.
Puffy clouds glide past.
Single seagull circles on a cloudless day.
Reach up and touch the sky.
Beyond the blue.
Heaven on earth.

Friday, March 1, 2019

Rock solid

We are so busy. Consequently, we do the same things every day, seemingly cut off from the world around us.

As New Englanders, we live in a winter climate that is constantly in flux -- snow, sleet, ice, repeat. But most times, we travel from house to car to workplace, then from workplace to car to house, oblivious to anything but the cold.

On Saturday mornings, I seek to take the blinders off and really see. Sometimes I notice the things I omit.

Take rocks, for example. Here at the summer place they are everywhere. Stones are furniture to people who live by the seashore. I can honestly say that some of the best times in my life have been spent sitting on a stone by the sea with my mom.

Yet if I really focus, I realize that they are the vantage point to view the Creator's art.


Standing stones lead the way to the beach.

Don't fence me in. Millions of stones make up this paddock.


Rocks encircle the beach. Sit a spell or cast a line.


Someone walking the beach stacked stones on a picnic table.


This stone wall marks the boundary of our back yard.





Saturday, February 16, 2019

Somewhere to be quiet


Going around in circles? Don't know which way to turn?

Backed into a corner? Need a place to hide?

Stuck? Frozen in place?

Come to the seashore

Swiss  theologian Hans Urs von Balthasar said, "Harassed by life, exhausted, we look about us for somewhere to be quiet, to be genuine, a place of refreshment. We yearn to restore our spirits in God, to simply let go in him and gain new strength to go on living."

For me, that special place is the seashore. I come from a long line of island dwellers, and I feel the primeval pull of the sea.

Caressed by wind and comforted by the cadence of waves, I hear the voice of the Creator.

Where is your special place?

Friday, February 1, 2019

Frigid February musings

Sun peaks through leaden skies on this icy morning at the seashore.

Brrrr..... It is bone-chilling cold. I open the truck window to take pictures, holding my breath, clicking quickly and closing it as fast as I can. The world around me is frozen in place, except the sea that refuses to stand still. 


A fisherman rows against the tide to his boat "Something Different."
The postman is not the only brave soul who makes his rounds in all kinds of weather.

Taking the dirt road less traveled to a sheltered cove.

The truck bounces over a gutted beach path. Something sacred is revealed to a solitary soul on a secluded beach. Time to ponder.

Bare branches against blue sky.

These branches will fan and shelter us from the blazing heat this summer, but now they crackle in the wind, frozen in time.

Wait for me. Seagulls step into frigid waters and paddle away.


Even when the thermometer drops to zero, you are never alone at the beach. Sea gulls surround you oblivious to your presence.

Waiting for spring.