The Beach In Winter

 Gracie Blue dragging Skipp along - hysterical to watch :-)

 Enjoying the view- I was on my rolator/walker by that marshy area - very tricky to roll the rolator along in the wet sand!  :-)

Gracie Blue wishing she was not on a leash - albeit a long one, still  :-)

And so the afternoon was spent - at Hammonassett Beach-State Park in Clinton, just a mile from our bungalow. We are starting to claim or mark and or explore our new territory - Still, so bittersweet.  Truth be told?  We ache for our home of 21+ years on The Trail.  We went by to check on things and cried so hard we could barely breathe.  I think it is because of some of the reasons why it was time to go - my health, loss of income, my Mom passing away (six month ago today)......and wrapped in all that are the endless blessings too - the joy and sorrow swirl like a storm at times.
And so some time at the beach seemed fitting - it was so beautiful, powerful, calm and natural.  And surprisingly warm given it is mid January - the chilly drizzle was even ok - we needed to be there to be part of something way bigger than our changing reality - to be reminded of the natural forces of the sea, nature and life all around us.  Amen.
As we continue to adjust and redefine our lives, find our new rhythm it is nice to know that the wonder of the ocean remains a constant promise of  beauty, strength and natural force upon which we can always rely.  Just one example of a tangible piece of God right here on earth.