Sunday, June 8, 2008
after the storm
Good morning, friends,
If you live nearby you weathered an incredible storm last night-awesome in its power. Phone lines are buzzing this morning with stories from benign to tragic of its consequences. The sheer volume of water coming down from the sky was hard to wrap your mind around. And, it raged well into the night.
The storm left its mark in many ways on the beach. The waterline showed evidence that the waves traveled farther than halfway up Riley beach, and dragged sand to the shoreline, forming a little dune. Everywhere, the rushing water carved rivulets into the sand, re-enacting the making of the Grand Canyon on a small scale and creating crevices delicate and precarious. Fractal patterns were everywhere along the sand. Debris had been lifted, carried and dropped along my path, most organic but also, the remnants of beachgoers mixed in-a stray sandal, plastic components of something or other, charred wood from campfires.
The wind was refreshing and clean. The sky as peaceful as it was turbulent the night before.
The beach once again has been made new, baptized by the rain and the magificent dance, the raging minuet of the water, in and out, to and fro.
I walked in tandem with the footsteps of a child for awhile and wished that I could see around me with his eyes, free of thought and preoccupations. As happens so often, I thought of all of the people I have loved who have walked this beach with me, both in person and in spirit. Again I saw the two certainties of life-that it will change, and that it is eternal.
I have a good friend who is having a storm of her own this weekend. This morning's call sounded like it is dying down and the sun is peeking through.
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