walking to her edge i gaze out upon the divine mystery of all. i listen with joy to this ocean’s words, as she persuades thousands of oval stones to tap lightly upon each other. Such a symphony of percussion as her fingers rush forth and retreat away into sweeping, gorgeous curves, instinctively returning to their depths. Tiny droplets of her liquid, gently carried by the wind, land sweetly on my cold face. Eyes closed, my head directly into the cool breath of the sky, i touch my tongue to the tip of my finger, tasting her salts. And i remember that each of us is but a grain of sand. One grain touching others. An endless beach with the power to accept, caress, nurture, protect, love, all life within.