The Beach, The
Snow, a Trace of Grace
Summertime, a time
for bliss, a moment of being reminded that the heat can bring us comfort and
joy but pain and blisters as well, since we tend to dwell in the house of the
Sun. Something strikes me every time I walk the beaches no matter whether the
sand is north or south, east or west, the reminisce is the same, the beach, no
matter where in the world, leave me traces of grace.
Winter time, a time
for bliss, a moment of being reminded that the cold can bring us discomfort and
gloom, but also solstice and holistic moments since we tend to dwell inside the
house much more than outdoors. Something strikes me every time I take a walk
down the street or parking lot. Everything is covered with snow, and the wind,
the wind so harsh it blows the snow up over the hoods of cars and makes new
shapes out of landscapes and trees.
Both are natural
events to either walk with a loved one or alone, it is these walks on the sand
or snow that shapes my life. I know that I, like the snow drifts and sandy
beaches, am not perfect, and I like the hands of time, I too have evolved over
the years into something I would like to share.
My body is a little
worn out, to say the least, some parts have been torn, a limb, a soul or even
the heart, thus with the memories inside me, this pain could never part. Don’t
get me wrong, the body still works like it should, it’s just not as new as some
others around me but what you can’t see inside me, is covered with skin, as it
hides the love, the compassion and kindness deep within.
My skin is brown,
my eyes are brown and my hair is grey. I usually don’t stop to think about how
I look, except for some reason, this time it is different and as I walk the
snow banks and sandy beaches, it comes to me, what is normal is never the same.
The beaches all
have their own personalities, their texture, their warmth, their purest desires
to kiss the sea. Whether the water is blue or white, only the eyes can see. I
often stand there and watch the transformation from day to night, and what how
the sand changes color and shines like diamonds on the shore, reflecting the
bright yellow moonlight.
The snow is pure
white, it covers everything that doesn’t cause it to melt. It can hide colors,
change shapes and create new visions of beauty of what might not have been
appealing to the eye. I watched the transformation for day to night and see how
the snow changes color and shines like diamonds on the ground, reflecting the
bright yellow moonlight.
Night and day is a
contrast to our senses. It allows us to see things differently when we change
the light. What is normal during the day, is and always so much differently
viewed when standing there at night.
In the daytime, you
can see every wrinkle the sea carves into the sand, yet at night, the sand
looks to be as smooth as glass. Don’t get me wrong, these beaches still look
pretty good at night, but when you think about it, what is normal during the
day, is so much different than looking at it at night.
So does the snow
when it covers the landscape. It makes trees look fuller, healthier and larger.
It covers rooftops and hides the color of the tiles, the paint on the windows
and the grass is no longer green. It’s a transformation we all have seen taking
place and hardly ever connect it as traces of grace.
So do the clothes
we wear when we go out on the town. We change as we change the cover, and with
time, when the charade or purpose to cover is over, we return back to normal
and see our creation in our usual plain sight. The beauty, the view and the
perception is all what the eyes and mind can see.
The sun and the
moon can either hide or reveal the flaws on the beaches and the sand. It can
detail every shell or seaweed washed ashore or hide in in the darkness so it
blends. We move our eyes to catch the moment, we see things as they are at the
moment of time.
But what we don’t
realize is the grace it gives us to see so much, yet so little every spell the
world moves around a little and changes it in time. What was a pure snowy
covered pasture, turns into a brownish muddy field. The same place, a different
time and the eyes can see the change.
We see things as
they appear and disappear, depending where you are and what you see or feel.
What is seen as beautiful can change into a state of ugliness, and what can be
covered can be uncovered to reveal what’s real. I sat and pondered this and it
stuck with me, that my life is visual as it is real, but what I see, feel or
what I hoped it looked at, is only as real as me. In all reality, the truth
sometimes escapes me and what is normal might not be as normal as I thought it
would be.
So traces of grace
gives me the opportunity to see the good and bad, the ugly and the beautiful
all at the same place at a different time of day or stages of my life. My life-cycle is much like this grace I saw;
it gives us light at day and darkness at night yet, realistically nothing has
changed except the way you see it for the moment in time you stand and say,
even what is normal can change.
Traces of grace on
the beaches, traces of grace in the snow, traces of grace I can see from my
eyes. What God has given me is a gift to see the beauty and the dangers of life
in a different shade of grey. My body, although beat up and all worn out, can
be covered up just like the clouds can hide the sky and appear to be normal and
youthful in the eyes of grace. Life is indeed, what we make it out to be and
still be normal.
God loves us all so
much, he gives us this amazing gift to see life in many different ways. Through
his eyes of grace, he gives you love, mercy, kindness, compassion and humility.
He give you and me the ability to see what we need to see in order to
understand our lives better and be more whole. God has faithfully given us
everything we need to understand life. He has shown forgiveness, mercy and
hope.
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