Uprooted

“All the wild world is beautiful, and it matters but little where we go, to highlands or lowlands, woods or plains, on the sea or land or down among the crystals of waves or high in a balloon in the sky; through all the climates, hot or cold, storms and calms, everywhere and always we are in God’s eternal beauty and love.” – John Muir

I have to admit to feeling uprooted.

We are discovering new beauties, places so lush with life that they literally take our breath away.

We pass our days from wonder to wonder.

I do miss the sharp bite of the pines in the air.  I miss the starkly clean mountain air I love.  I miss it terribly, even more than I thought I would.

But for the first time, I am discovering salty sea air.

Thundering waves and whale spouts.

Sea breezes and sunshine.

I met a woman the other day who told me she sits by the ocean because when she hears the crash of the water, she can’t hear her own thoughts any more.

I find that when I sit by the water, the waves wash out my thoughts.  The foam and flotsam sift out, and the pure thoughts remain.  The clarity and peace return.  The knowledge that our path is unusual, but right, returns.

And so, onward we go. :)

One Response

  1. Simply wonderful~

    October 4, 2014 at 7:59 pm

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