The ebb and flow.....

" The tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand. The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land. The music stops, yet echoes on in sweet, soulful refrains. For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains."

Author: Unknown

Waves break leaving behind splotches of foam along the wet sand,

it comes and it goes,

ebbs if you will,

I walk along,

sun on my shoulders,

sand squishing between my toes,

I stand and wait and watch,

feel the rhythm of life,

I walk some more,

the tide recedes,

leaving behind

beautiful treasures,

waiting

just for me...

i pick them up,

hold them close,

listen to hear the sound

of

the creative waters

from long ago...

it's sound fills my heart with love and hope.

I stand at the liminal limit

right on the edge of the land and sea..

I wait,

the water rushes over my feet,

displacing me a bit,

I catch my balance,

stand strong

and

recall

the wonder of life

love,

hope,

the world.

I hold the treasure in my hand,

i carry it,

save it for a rainy day when

Eeyore clouds cover me,

they do come you know...

and

when they do,

I take out the treasure from its place,

hold it in my hand once again

and

recall the day

when

water rushed forward,

sand squished between my toes,

and

joy of being alive moved over me.

Some days..

on hard days,

we all need a bit of a reminder

of the wonder of the world.

on those days,

i take out my shells,

hold them

and

believe....

just like the tide,

the good days in life,

come and go,

and

when i remember to glance at the treasures that

 are  scattered along the way

I find some hope,

to remind me

joy doesn't just hang around,

she come and goes...

but when she goes, it doesn't take much time

for

her to come back again....

the rhythm of life,

the treasures...

the joy.

ebbs..

Just like the tide....