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Wholehearted
I step outside with my husband and our 2-½ year old granddaughter. It’s a chilly spring evening and we want to release some wiggles before bedtime. I’ve watched the spring color begin at the ground and move up. The grass turned first, then the smaller trees sprouted green buds or pink and white blossoms. The 60’ trees are still bare. Next month green will be everywhere. But tonight the earth is still in transition. We walk down the stairs to the patio and draw a hopscotch grid with chalk. We take turns hopping. The game transports me to a schoolyard in Oklahoma, where I’m wearing PF flyers and knee socks.…
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The Ebb and Flow of Stillness
I walk outside to see the first light. The sky is awash in soft, delicate colors. The ocean is too and the sand is off-white. Unsaturated hues combine for a neutral effect. I notice the visual beauty first, but next hear the consistent roll of a gentle tide. I feel the rhythm. The ocean is calm here. Terrible for surfing, but lovely for snorkeling and swimming and searching. I walk ankle-deep in the water looking for treasures washed in by the tide: tiny shells, pieces of coral and sea glass. I want to take a bit of the beach home. But what exactly do I hope to find and keep?…
