The Beach

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As I begin my walk along the beach I look ahead and try to figure out how far two miles will be. It seems too far for me to walk. I think it is not much unlike life. If you set your goals too far ahead they seem unachievable, so I put my head down and begin to focus on putting one footstep ahead of the other. As I walk I begin to feel the sun on my hair, hear the ocean waves and feel a cool breeze blowing on my skin. I finally settle into the rhythm of walking.

I come upon a place where the sand is in ripples, seems to be a repeat of the pattern of the ocean waves coming in and out. How curious the repeat patterns in nature. As I continue walking and stumble upon a piece of shell that was a perfect oblong, just right for making a piece of jewelry. I think about what I am going to paint on it. I thought it might be funny to paint a shell on it. Keep walking . . .

I then spy a second shell also a flawless square. What would be the odds of finding two perfectly formed shells for jewelry making in one day? I put the treasure in my pocket and I keep my head down and continue walking when I see a piece of driftwood. It has waves on it, a repetition of the ocean waves, and a repetition of the waves in the sand. The driftwood seems to have a personality. It looks like a giant centipede. I pick it up and carry it home with me to put in my flower garden in Illinois so I can remember this day.

Finally I come to my husband who is fishing on the shore and sit down on his fishing bucket. I am tired, my legs and pulsing. We sit there in perfect companionable silence.  I walked the two miles, not bad for a girl who couldn’t walk from the living room chair to the bath room last year.

Love & Light

Sharron Magyar