Thoughts to share, ideas to ponder

April 15, 2008

My God, my God....what a glorious and ridiculously wonderful privilege to live in Laguna Beach, where I can take a morning walk to the ocean, and let the wind blow in my face, watch the shorebirds stay just ahead of the rough surf crashing in, and smell the salty air. Morzie takes a moment from his nose-sniffing joy to come lay his head against my arm, panting, and smile....the biggest doggie smile I have ever seen. I try to pray with words but I can only succumb to the magnificence of the sea and the comfort of feeling so very small and drink it all in and hope that this is prayer enough. And I see the birds (black-bellied plovers?--like black necked and spotted sandpipers) stay nonchalantly just ahead of the encroaching and wild and unpredictable surf. I see a message in that for my own work....the economy, the mortgage crisis, gas prices--no shortage of doom and gloom which could spell disaster and I could be washed asea. But I will keep my eyes looking forward, pecking away at small bits—paint stroke by paint stroke, contact by contact-- to sustain this calling and not take my eye off the goal.