Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
Travel resolutely to the sea until it offers truthfully what signs can only promise: a salt marsh, a little rise, a bluff of grassy sand and then— you are here, now.
Sitting by the ocean, going nowhere, breathing in its distances I am as happy as the sea.
How slippery it is! How easy to be elsewhere solving problems so far removed from what the waves are teaching me.
Rank upon rank of monks in blue and green robes process toward me, repeating the ancient chant, and prostrate themselves at my feet.
A lone bird sits still, gazes seaward, unmoving, then— flaps, rises, begins.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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