Where does anyone go when they want to clear their head, feel the elements, and hold eternity in a grain of sand? The deserted beach, where I spent a windswept yesterday afternoon.
I reached down and touched where the ocean caressed the sand– my eyes stayed by how the sun’s fire glinted off grainy earth, flowing water, and my silver starstuff rings.
My senses livened, I turned to face the strong north winds, and ran to the end of the beach with a smile I couldn’t keep from my face. At the end, sandblasted and sweating, I threw my hands up and plunked down for a spontaneous meditation. When my eyes opened, I wrote my name in the sand.
Freedom to delight in nature is our birthright. Claim yours, and do it often. Besides instant upliftment, answers you’ve sought spontaneously arrive, and a smile will get hold of your face and not let go.
I threw a kiss to the sky before saying goodbye.






