Morning light rises through my bedroom window. My body sparks with excitement. Words trickle in. I know it’s time to run down to the dock on the water and write. It’s time to get out there and connect with the Divine Succulent Beauty of all that is.
Walking down the ramp to the sea, soft ripples roll across the placid ocean water. A gentle quietness oozes in the air. In the distance, a family of ducks take their morning swim. A fresh set of waves move in from seemingly nowhere, as if a ghostly boat had cruised by, nothing in sight. The quiet sounds of nature are all that can be heard.