Beach Thinking

Back on the Ost See. Crazy internet access. Working from the beach. Not bad. Christoph's parents have graciously extended one of their little vacation apartments that was free for the week to a friend and myself for a VERY discounted price. So here I sit. Working from the beach. If I am honest, we were nowhere near the beach today. It is so cold. Really cold. Everyone is promising me that we are going to have better weather tomorrow, and so you know, there is literally WiFi on the beach. I have been trying to figure out for years how I could work, on the beach, without selling Corona or being a lifeguard. Look at me, fulfilling life long dreams right and left.

I have days where I question the strength of my faith. In anything. Seriously. But nature, nature say something to me about higher power. I won't go too much into it, but seeing the sky brilliantly playing tones and tenors of color that the most incredible artist couldn't mix... Standing at the edge of the water and looking at forever and recognizing my own fragility - knowing in a moment if it wanted to it could swallow me... and the reality of change made practical as the sand moves gently beneath my feet and just as in life my feet accommodating to continually readjust so that I can stand... and in the pregnant silence of the evening to throw my head back and feel my hair tickle my back as my eyes dance across the sky from star to star as if a Pollack painting has come to life... these things speak of Greatness to me. Even if it feels undefinable, ineffable...