Low tide!

Looking Up from the beach

Beauty and Peace

A shell brought home resting on red

A father and son were fishing today at the beach. The young boy, perhaps five years old, opened a bag to show me the fish they’d caught. They were small and not so many so he said next time he would give me some. Generosity on an exquisite winter day as the Holidays are on gentle and seasonal approach, reflecting the tides.

I offer words of Howard Thurman:

Christmas Returns

Christmas returns, as it always does, with its assurance that life is good. It is a time of lift to the spirit,

When the mind feels its way into the commonplace,

And senses the wonder of simple things: an evergreen tree, Familiar carols, merry laughter.

It is the time of illumination,

When candles burn, and old dreams Find their youth again.

It is the time of pause,

When forgotten joys come back to mind, and past dedications renew their claim.

It is the time of harvest for the heart,

When faith reaches out to mantle all high endeavor,

And love whispers its magic word to everything that breathes.

Christmas returns, as it always does, with its assurance that life is good.

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