Late afternoon sun inspiring a drive to the water’s edge . The coolness in the air nearly stopped a walk on the beach . It was a day that could have early spring or fall . The light from the sun was diffused by clouds and yet also giving a comforting warmth in the breezes .
I stopped at a bench and sat for a bit . It was low tide though the water seemed to be coming back in . Small waves on top of small waves and the light shimmering and dancing along the water’s surface . Looking out and looking in as I sometimes call it . Looking beyond the day’s events and freeing one’s mind .
It was just then that I noticed a bird sitting atop of a piling , exposed by low tide , out in the water . Looking more intently I reared…
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What stirs in your heart ? Is it quiet when speaking or roaring with might ? Does the notion of having a solid foundation from which to spring from dictate your steps ? The restlessness in my heart seems to arrive in waves . And when I walk among trees , stopping every so often to witness their life , I am soothed . I may gently a palm of my hand against a trunk pausing to quietly be with a tree .
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