A weekend camping out with the boys – too short, yet plenty long enough one-on-two with children. Trin walking new ground, his confidence and competence growing as he brought an entire 20' tree to camp by himself, then chopped pieces off of it for the fire with the hatchet.
This morning we packed up and headed for the ocean. A short hike, crossing the creek at the ford, then across the dunes to the beach. Perfect quiet, the surf shushing in, sky so blue you look just to enjoy the color, no one there but the gulls and vultures and plover – and us. I sat on top of a dune and looked out over the hazy ocean, watching the sun shine on the waves before they crest and curl into foam, while the boys played in the sand, running, jumping, rolling.
The energy of an eight-year-old child boggles my middle-aged mind.
I found a sand dollar on the beach, delicate and perfect, just a little bigger than a quarter.
Back at the parking lot, we grab cream cheese, tomato, and bread, and head for the observation point. From there you can only see the ocean way down the coast where the creek flows into it, but the view of dunes and creek and the hills beyond is spectacular. I make sandwiches while the boys scamper around and under the wooden observation deck, and we eat lunch in quiet companionship. Couples and families wander down to the end, glance at the view, and leave, scarcely taking the time to lift a camera. Do we scare them off, or are they really so unimpressed? There's no way to tell.
Back home, I spend a few minutes catching up with blogworld. I see that I've engaged five or six Christian bloggers in conversation, and have linked to three of their blogs. Not one has linked to mine. Hmmm….
I see also that one of my Christian friends has come out as gay. Her courage is a shining light.
She linked.
Kristin, as usual, has exceeded the limits of physical possibility. Her pickles are damn good, and the deck and picnic table both are freshly finished. When I talk with her, my stress leaks away. What is it that gives her such serenity? She didn't get it from me, yet she got it while I was with her.
A little sand dollar sits under my computer monitor as I write.
A link to peace.
3 comments:
i like your observation points.
im very thankful we have connected across the map.
you have brought me much truth and inspiration Seda.
thank you.
thanks for being a splash of color to everybody's black-and-white-ness.
you are refreshing.
Oh, AJ, you are too! Thanks, dear. All the best to you!
i thought i was the only one who ate creamed cheese and tomato sandwiches! (add some lemon pepper sometime....yummy)
i started reading after you invited us on SCL. (i don't have a blog so I can't link to you.....but wanted you to know i was still reading along fairly frequently.) I think we all need glimpses into the path others walk.
not anon...spacey (password being lame)
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