It’s the glowing orange orb that crests the mountains across
the water and colors the clouds vibrant breathtaking hues of orange, coral and
pink. And the pelicans that glide effortlessly through the still air proving to
be the true Masters of Flight.
It’s the 2000 terns that gather each summer to camp on the beach,
their calls more incessant than any rooster, yet less shrill and somehow
calming. It becomes a constant background noise the entire length of their month
long stay.
It’s how when they are disturbed they rise as one through the
air filling the sky so densely with small white bodies that the horizon monetarily
disappears. Watching them there comes a moment that they synchronize in flight,
moving and becoming as one. A change of direction, signaled only God knows how,
and the mass of white becomes one of dark gray, only to reverse to white once
again with yet another turn. How do they do that?!
It’s the calm of the morning air, filled with promise for a
new day, bright and fresh. Looking down at the extreme low tide, the water’s
edge filled with fisher-persons and a fisher-dog, who eagerly patrols the tide
pools and often as not catches baby halibut or crabs himself.
It’s knowing that I have another day to celebrate Life, to
share it with my beloved partner and our friends. And I thank the Earth and
Sky, the Universe and all the Beings therein for all that has been and all the
will be, but mostly – all that Is.
My gratitude is beyond measure~
