This was the summer day when the ocean wind whipped around and around and around, changing directions every few minutes; from the east, from the south; one minute cold, the next minute warm; change was literally, in the air.
Posts from June 2011
This was the auspicious evening when we gathered up high on the crow's nest and the giant red ball of the setting sun was lost in the clouds to the west so we turned to the east and thought we saw the familiar dark forms of dolphins in the water moving past us when suddenly a huge round, white-bellied whale heaved itself straight up and out of the water, danced a moment above, and then crashed and splashed back into the depths leaving us all staring in wonderment.
This was the day of sitting beside the powerful roar of the ocean. Of relaxing in the tug of the wind. Of melting into the music and singing. Of telling stories and celebrating integrity and example and 82 years.
“Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me. To see reality — not as we expect it to be but as it is — is to see that unless we live for each other and in and through each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that there can really be life only where there really is, in just this sense, love. This is not just the way things ought to be. Most of the time it is not the way we want things to be. It is the way things are. And not for one instant do I believe that it is by accident that it is the way things are. That would be quite an accident.”
~ Frederick Buechner