Archive for the ‘Travel’ Category

Like the pull of the moon when she is full of luminous light,

the ocean beckons me to her side

where the waves wash over my soul and the birds invite me to fly.

So I walk, step after step, step after step,

leaving more than a footprint,

‘shoulds’ and ‘ought-tos’ fall away,

tension loses its grip on my shoulders

the hamster wheel in my mind stops spinning

and, finally, I shed my shoes,

connecting sole with soul.

So I walk, step after step, step after step,

my fingers begin picking up shells almost without my awareness,

large and small, broken and whole,

compelled by the Artist within I place the shells in the sand

working out some arrangement between my soul and Spirit.

So I walk, step after step, step after step,

joining the community of all who share the beach,

who seek its refuge and beauty and healing,

our individual lives and smiles brushing briefly against one another

while the ahinga invites me to claim the solitude

that is inherent in such a walk.

So I walk, step after step, step after step,

strong waves crashing fiercely over the rocks,

breaking upon my ‘wanting to be certain’ grip,

splashing into the dark crevices for a thorough spring cleaning.

So I walk, step after step, step after step,

drawn to the piers whose walkways extends into the deep,

where fishermen and fisherwomen cast their lines and their hopes

and the birds flock to feed on leftover fish parts.

But it is the underside that calls out to me

as I find my way to the cloister on the sea,

finding sanctuary in the rhythm of the waves and the repetition of the structure

and the doorway at the far end.

So I walk, step after step, step after step,

watching the birds waddle down the beach as they search for snatches of food

and chase one another in a game of tag

and take flight into the strong winds,

wondering what it means for one’s spirit to soar

while being suspended over the sea.

And as I walk,

each step becomes prayer ~ for myself, for others, for creation,

and I enter into the mystery of creation and the

and the presence of our Creator.

And as I walk each step brings more wholeness and peace.


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Mandala on the Beach

Another of our projects for Way of the Monk, Path of the Artist online class was to create a mandala or an altar using elements from the Earth.  Walking along the beach I found plenty of objects to use as art materials, and discovered this to be a delightful activity.

As the forecast calls for lots of snow in the next few days, I’m going to keep this image close… to remember the roar of the waves, the squish of the sand, and the beauty of discarded objects gathered together.

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I’m in Florida for a “Health Thaw” ~ it feels so good not be wearing 3 layers to stay warm!

The other day I rode the Trolley along Gulf Boulevard to the south end of the route,

with no particular agenda other than to listen and watch.

It was a delightful afternoon!

Pink is a popular color, and this doesn’t include the flamingos!

Artists on the beach…the “Earth Friendly” Art caught my attention.

Gary Clark uses only recycled products, and creates beautiful images with evocative words:

Returning home I listened and watched some more, receiving the stories of life that get on and get off the bus. It felt like a chapel of sorts, a bit of a haven transporting those going from one place to another: to work, to shop, to dine, to visit, to home.

And walking up Dolphin Drive to my brother’s home, I couldn’t pass up this photo op:

What stories have you heard lately as you’ve traveled?

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