Week Fifteen: Sea of Tranquility

I wonder how many of us this week are needing our Sea of Tranquility...probably all of us-in at least one area of life or another...I think I need my Sea of Tranquility in several areas of my life, and I'm working to get there, but sometimes the working-to-get-there can be quite painful.

I want to tell you about my own Sea of Tranquility, seen here in Week Fifteen. This beach was a place of healing for me in many ways during the early 2000's. My dear friend, Miss Morning Glory, was the one who introduced me to it.

We spent hours on end scouring this beach, searching for treasures, sitting in our cave eating our lunch from the cooler, sunning ourselves, swimming when it was calm enough.

We watched sunrises and sunsets here. We waded in cool ocean waters teeming with life. We waited for treasures to follow the currents into our hands. We watched crabs scurry over the sand and shellfish slime their way across stones.

We danced on the shore. We dove under waves. We dreamed aloud of lives past, present and future-for ourselves and for others.

I cried on this beach. I laughed on this beach. I turned my first cartwheel on this beach with two of my best friends at my side.

I was pummeled by waves and pounded by rocks. I sliced my skin on glass shards and smashed my fingers while pursing treasures. I slipped, I fell, I tripped...and I got back up again.

I came alive on this beach, on this Sea of Tranquility.

The autumn of this October day was particularly stunning. Late light from a sinking sun and the changing tide brought heaven and earth together in a symphony that still moves me today. I hope it does the same for you.