Secrets

I have a week at the beach . . . a l o n e.  I'm pretty sure this is what heaven will feel like for me.  I am savoring hours on the beach, waves crashing, cleansing, healing me. Rhythm of wave upon wave upon wave  . . . a moment of silence . . . refrain repeats for eternity. I'm journaling into clarity, understanding, liberation.  I'm walking until I melt into sleep.  I'm observing creation, vigilantly anticipating messages whispered through everything.

All of creation have secrets to share.  I'm listening.

• The water, the fog, the sun, the deer, the silence. 
• The heron, the quail pair with their dozen tiny chicks, the hummingbirds, the sand mites, the hawk. 
• The moon, the bat, the trees, the pelicans, the wind blowing through the golden grasses on the hillside. 
• The children tossing pebbles into the sea, the dogs chasing frisbee after frisbee, the beautiful words weaving clever stories and sharing wisdom in the books I'm reading.  
• The smiles from strangers and the kind words from passersby.

I'm embracing answers and peace is my heartbeat again.  Thank you from every fiber of my being to Heath, my family, and my friends who have made this respite possible.  I hope all this beauty and peace and healing will not vanish when I reenter the flow of real life.  Maybe I'll be able to keep searching for the secrets even in the clamor of daily life.