I sat out on the rocks today. I took my usual “safe” area,

not too far from the beach.

As I sat in my safe zone, I thought about my life and how I have trapped myself in my little shelter for so long. Finally, I said “That’s enough.” I got up and, one stone at a time, walked out to the end of the jette to where the water was just meeting my feet. As I looked down between the rocks, the water was rushing between them, encircling me, the sprays of sea water splashed up around me. I watched as the waves lunged over the rocks on the very end of the jette, as if in a race to see which drops could jump off first, fastest and highest, only to fall back into the ocean and rush back out to sea to do it all over again. Only to go higher and reach closer to me with each wave.

There is such incredible beauty to be seen out there, if I just take the extra steps, one at a time. There is so much to be experienced.

3/26/2000