Last week I attended a family reunion on Long Beach Island at Holgate, New Jersey. During the day the weather was summery hot as seagulls floated through wondrous white puffy clouds, at dusk the magenta red sunset laid down into soft-layered sheets of yellow, purple and peach. I stole a few quiet meditative moments away from the family crowd to canvass the bay with camera in hand. Alone with my thoughts, I walked a path over wooden weathered slats through tall ribbons of sea grass, at the end of the path were a glee club of seagulls fishing crab and clam left behind in the low bubbly tide.
The air thick and clammy smelled like damp fishy mollusk. I dipped my toes into the numbing cold salty water there right in front of me was a family of 3 well-sized horseshoe crabs. I snapped a photo and steadfast turned away before they sought out my bare toes. The wet sienna beach embedded pastel stone pebbles and creamy colored shells that sparkled under the early evening soft light, like twinkling fireflies during the night.
On June 10th I became a 3-year breast cancer survivor. I sat a few minutes in the sand to spiritually give a grateful thank you for my life, my family, and absorbed in the nurturance that nature and sea have gifted.
