Timeless

It is not merely a random coincidence that life is mimicked in the beauty of a sandy beach. It’s all part of the grand design of the Artist who created life. A little reminder for you and me to refer to whenever we find ourselves off-kilter and wondering what exactly is the point of our existence. In times of turmoil, confusion, or if you find yourself in a stagnate phase, perhaps a journey to a beach is in order. Here in this magical place where water and sand embrace, you may find a few answers to your lifes’ quandaries reflected on the shorline.

As with the rythm of the sea, so goes life. The ocean strokes the face of the sand with endless caresses of her waves. She touches gently then draws away only to return her touch again. In between touches she leaves her lover wonderous gifts. Brightly colored shells that mirror the suns’ brilliance or the moons’ enchantment, shining in their magnificence, radiant as precious jewels. Some of the gifts are left onshore while others are reclaimed by the water. The same can be said of life. Throughout our existence we too are given our own precious stones to marvel at. Some we are allowed to hold forever, while life takes away the others. But, be patient. When life takes your jewel, wait for the next wave. Your lost diamond may be replaced by a fiery ruby. If the ruby is claimed, you may be blesssed with a sparkling sapphire. Cherish the treasures that you hold in your hand, whether they be family, friends, or your own self worth. Life is forever changing, giving and taking. The ebb and flow is as mysterious as the depths of the ocean.

I want to teach my girls as much as I can about the lessons of the beach. I want them to learn to build life’s sandcastles far enough from the surf so that they are safe and strong. I want them to explore life from end to end, finding many jewels in the sand. I wish for them to be brave enough to dive into the blue waters of life and feel the power of their existence. I hope to teach them to know when it is too deep and how to get safely back to shore.

Most of all, I want them to see the footprints left on the beach. The long line that extends far back past the horizon. For that is the real treasures in life. Those footprints were left by those that came before us. A testament of how we came to be. They are the reason that we are who we are.

I want my daughters to see where I have walked on the beach. I want them to see where, for a time at least, we walked together in life. When my footsteps end, I want them to walk further and find more jems than I ever did in my lifetime.

I want them to remember me and to know in their hearts that they were the most precious jewels that life ever gave to me.

If sometimes during their walk on the beach they look back at the endless footsteps and they see mine and remember me, then my existence has been worthwhile.

For it is by my daughter’s memories that I become timeless, as eternal as the waves that wash majestically over the sand, reflecting the infinite glory of life.

Take care.