I am not a religious person.
Not in the organized I go to church every Sunday and pay my tithe and listen to the preacher/father/reverend tell me what's right and what's wrong while it has waged wars, shed blood, burned women and children, harboured pederasts, and committed countless other shameful acts - all in the name of God .
Nope. Not for me.
But I am a spiritual person.
And when I need to connect with myself, my thoughts, my life,
I simply go outside.
And there I find peace. And harmony.
And a sense of wonder.
While garden nymphs gather rosebuds and look for beauty beneath the bushes,
a miracle is beginning to dawn along the shores of Cape May, New Jersey
It's a warm September morning. The air is soft, the seas are calming,
'Course, like in any congregation, there's always one who just needs a little more
time to say what he (or she) thinks needs to be said,
before settling in for the sermon.
and finally, it's time to just stop. And let waves of peace roll on over you.
Or not. For every flock must have a dissident.
Oddly enough, the little Sanderling wandered hither and yon,
amidst the flock, pecking and picking at the water's edge.
And not one feather was ruffled! Well well. Well.
But you know, really?
These are flights of fancy, and I'm just winging it here.
But - at the end of my hour on the beach, I've touched something incredible.
I feel that the sum of the parts is greater than the whole.
And I wonder if this little Black Backed Gull is playing charades?
See Pee? Be Pee?
Oh flock, I don't know!
Here endeth the lesson.