The beach at sunrise much earlier this year
I stand on our beach this morning looking at the hollow shadow from thirty feet of sand, at least three feet deep, that has been moved elsewhere. The railroad tie that has been shifted at least twenty-feet along the shore. I face again the awe I feel for the power of water. Water fueled by wind especially. And I feel the water in my body.
I recognize that part of our task, my task, is to learn how to harness the power of the water within us and to do so in concert with the Waters of the World.
And now the geese are flying over, high and honking. Singing their songs of migration, they, too, sound glad to be able to fly again on gentle winds today.
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