As with most transitions in life, inspiration begins as a tiny seed planted deep in the mind. I envision life-changes as a little fluttering butterfly swooping across a flower garden, gliding on the breeze on a warm summer day. Our life is a blossom dancing in the moment as the Holy Spirit orchestrates the music.
Tell me what you will do when you “go to the beach.” I’d love to hear what you are doing. I’ll be knitting on a special “Irish Hiking Scarf” that my son wants me to make for him. It will take a while to do this – but I can envision him wearing it next winter. And, he wants the matching hat, too. I guess I’ll be “at the beach” a lot in the months ahead.
Wide fields of Queen Anne’s lace, full bloom
at the base of the mountain on Berchtesgadener Street
A small pink stone, nestled in the sand near my feet
half buried in sand and soft damp earth.