I know I say this a lot but, wow have I been busy. So busy that I am having to write this Monday confessional on Tuesday. Better busy, than have nothing to do I guess. This last week shot past me like a greased pig. I spent the last couple of days out at the national seashore for an AmeriCorps retreat, and it was very nice. Busy but nice. The National Seashore on Cape Cod is one of the most beautiful places on earth. Its an end of the road kind of place. Any place where the road ends is special. A place where human beings realize that all things they have created end “here”. Its also a place where land, ocean, and sky come together.
I have lived near the ocean for almost three years now and yet every time I see or hear the waves breaking onto the shore I am amazed. Perhaps its the primal connection to our slimy past, or the fact that it’s just so damn big, but humans seem to be fascinated with the ocean. I am no exception. I could sit for hours and watch the waves roll in, the sound gently taking your mind to whatever place it wants. It makes me think about the world, and the wonder of it all.