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Sweet dreams are made of this

June 29, 2018 by Melodye Shore

Posted in: Goff Island, Laguna Beach, sweet dreams are made of this, tide pool, tide pools, tides, writing Tagged: beach, Goff Island, meditation, ocean, ocean waves, sweet dreams are made of this, tide pool, waves

#FrecklesFriday: Reciprocated gifts

September 29, 2017 by Melodye Shore

To the vast blue ocean, I offered a single rose,

and whispered a simple prayer about gratitude and grace.

It was ushered into deeper waters by the outgoing tides.

The ocean swaddled it in velvet,

And sang to it sweet lullabies and old, familiar hymns.

Time passed. The tides rolled in and receded.

I waded in the shallows, watched the rosebud sink and rise again.

A deep peace washed over me, and when the tidewaters dipped to their lowest ebb, I discovered these treasures from the sea.

Is it any wonder that Freckles likes to lounge here, in Treasure Island Cove?

 

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Posted in: #FrecklesFriday, Gifts from the sea, grace, gratitude, rose, tides, writing Tagged: #FrecklesFriday, grace, gratitude, Tides, Treasure Island Cove

Summer’s end: a meditation and celebration

September 4, 2017 by Melodye Shore

The tides are shifting, and there are subtle changes in the slant of light that shines through the sycamore trees at dawn. Summer’s waning, and here we are again, drifting slowly into autumn.

In Southern California, the changes are more subtle. And yet every season brings ashore its own treasures. This is just one of the secrets I learned by reading Ann Morrow Lindberg’s beautiful book, Gift from the Sea.  

I thumbed through my copy again last week…familiar passages, fresh insights. Like this one, which speaks to me of nature’s transitions, and to the more intimate changes in our own lives.

Perhaps this is the most important thing for me to take back from beach-living:

simply the memory that each cycle of the tide is valid;

each cycle of the wave is valid; 

each cycle of a relationship is valid.

And my shells? I can sweep them all into my pocket.

They are only there to remind me that the sea recedes and returns eternally.

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Posted in: Anne Murrow Lindbergh, autumn, Gifts from the sea, Harbor Seals, Labor Day Weekend, pelican, Seashells, seasons, tides, writing Tagged: Ann Morrow Lindbergh, autumn, gifts from the sea, harbor seals, labor day, pelicans, seashells, Tides, turban shells, waves

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