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?

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.