I couldn’t
resist. I slipped my shoes off so that I could wiggle my toes in the sand. It
was delicious and extremely therapeutic for my aching soul. I was alone, but
not lonely with my company. I was in the desert! The Atlantic Ocean stretched
out before me and behind me the Namib Desert shifted and drifted, as far as the
eye could see. Life surrounded me and it was beautiful.
The lapping
waves reminded me that home was closer than ever. The mighty Atlantic Ocean
kissed my feet here, then travelled to the East coast of Canada to deliver my love
to the wind. Perhaps it would whisper its secret message to my Mother, as she
stepped out of her car on arriving home that evening? Who knows? But its music
filled me with the peace in this moment, making us as one. I lifted my face to
the sky with a smile.
As I listened
to the Earth speak to me, poetry surged through my mind. My Grandfather
lingered there and offered me his blessings. With a tear, I picked up a pen and
offered thanks.
Now
all I hold is a polished stone
And
a picture in my hand
But
your loving glow
Pumps
my heart to go
Eternity
is yours for all time
-Love
in a circle-
Every day is a
good day, in the fact that it has been.
