Relentlessly, the rushing ocean waves pound the shoreline, grinding to dust and sand the rocks and shells that rest themselves in its wake. Yet that is their lot – to be ground by the constant forces of nature and become the soft cushions that caress our toes on warm summer nights.
Nature reveals the constant presence and power of the waves,
yet each one is different. Each new ebb and flow produce a display that has
never been before and never will be repeated. So it is with our lives. Each of
these unique sunrises and sunsets hold their place in the lexicons of time. Yet
they are oblivious to our human frailties, imperfections, and anxieties.
It is comforting to know that we held something so transient
in our memories…that sand under our foot is washed by the tides, picked over by
a seagull, walked on by strangers, sniffed by a passing dog, or swept out to
the ocean depths. It remains steadfast and immutable, yet constantly shifting.
It takes the crashing waves of an ocean, the rhythm of a
babbling brook, or the crisp bite of mountain air to remind us that we are not
alone…nature lives and moves and gives us purpose. But to grasp those moments
is like trying to capture the air.
So I stand at the beach, tossing out regrets like handfuls
of sand - the pain of failures and lost dreams, of missed opportunities and the
ruins of my thoughtlessness, of fears and tears and disappointments – till they
are washed away and trouble me no more.
Oh, let it be so.
