Still worth saving.....

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“A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches, and thoughts. And the consequences whether good or bad of even the least of them are far-reaching.” 

– Sivananda

Tossed, crashed, broken, bruised,

the ocean

vomits 

the remnants of life upon the wet sand

and

quickly 

rolls back out to the genesis of where it began.

My feet sink deep into the wet sand,

water coming up from somewhere below,

moving over my toes, my feet,

and

then quickly,

it disappears covering me with tiny specks of a piece of it

and

there I stand,

joined

to that which rolls from somewhere,

covered with pieces of former life,

ground and crashed and broken

and

I feel 

a life-force

moving up,

coming from above,

the 

Hebrew people called it the nephesh--or the life-force-

and 

I sank my toes deeper,

held out my hands,

felt the sun hit my face and the wind blow my hair 

I open my eyes,

look around and 

see 

scattered along the sea shore,

tiny remnants of something

so tiny 

yet broken and banged but yet so beautiful....

I pick them in my hand,

hold them,

let the water rush over them to clean them.

While the former life

no longer needed their hard shell for protection and life,

I wondered if perhaps the Universe

had brought it to me

on this 

morning---perhaps---

to save me...

save me from 

my fears,

my worries,

my broken dreams and former life pieces that didn't work out the way I planned,

to 

save me

from 

myself.

I carried them with me,

felt them in my hand,

lifted them to my ear

and

the fuzzy sound of days 

where hope drifted to me from 

another time and place

reaches out and taps on my psyche.

I hold them close,

pick them up when I need

to 

remind me

Life is precious

in all its states,

broken, 

whole,

and

it is worth 

taking another step,

holding on for another minute,

believing in that which I can't always feel,

for one more day.

Time drifts along,

seconds roll,

and

I wait...

wait for that which I don't know what I wait,

and

in the in between,

I try to capture the beauty

of life

in all it's goodness,

rolling madness,

storms,

intense sunrises and sunsets,

the moon rising and falling and glowing.

Life

Fragile,

beautiful,

unpredictable,

Life

it rolls to us,

takes us with it,

delivers us to the shore

time and time again.

Don't be afraid

to hold on

to let the next wave

take you where it will.

May we all 

feel the healing power

of 

the baptismal waters of genesis 

long ago,

and

be born afresh

anew

and full of hope..

just like the shells that crashed against the shore

we

are worth being saved

over and over and over again

and 

I will add

thanks be! to that one.

Happy Tuesday

and

Blessings to You!