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| from MEK's Pencil in the Hole |
A little gray seal followed me while I walked the beach,
this morning. I saw his little spaniel
like snout pop out of a wave, as I scanned the varying colors of the
water. I shouted “Good morning,” and
laughed as he dove under a wave.
I was
going to skip a rock across the surface of the water, but I didn't want to
scare away my little friend. My son, so
far this year, holds the “rock skipping” record at nine jumps. He did that, this weekend, with me as a
witness. I was alone, so that was
another reason, not to skip the rock on the surface. Who’d back up my claim to breaking the new
“rock skipping” record?
Instead, I started my Rosary. I was praying in thanksgiving for bringing
hubby home safely yesterday, for a beautiful morning, for reacquainting my senses
with the ocean, for life—glorious life.
There’s a plethora of seaside life, on the beach. When I came back home, I looked up some of
the plant life; I’d forgotten about since last summer. The fish and mammals (seals), and
periwinkles, etc., even the sand dunes have life. God is such a show off.
Walking the beach and praying, thanks be to God.
