Saturday, January 8, 2011
Walking the beach every morning, I find myself breathing deeply along with the rhythm of the tide. Little bits of sea creatures are left at my feet and the sand, and every handful, seems to hold the history of far away places. A pleasure this week has been sharing the company and insight with my two sons. My youngest son says the world seems small when we look out at the horizon, and I feel the opposite. Like I'm small and the world is big. My other son looks at the horizon and wants to see what's on the other side- what lies beyond. Tomorrow we all separate. Each to their own horizon line.