Taking flight from their own piece of land in the middle of the ocean, the colony of seagulls flapped their wings and soared into the open air. I stood watching and listening in awe. Such freedom. Such spirits. They inspire flight in me. They create their own paradise just like I need to create mine. Paradise at sea. Paradise in my heart.
Before sunset, the horizon is breathtakingly beautiful, rainbow-like in its colors. The air feels cool. Bundled up in layers of clothes, I've come here again, in time to observe the end of another gorgeous day in Malibu. There is still hope and time to dream. Watching the continuous flow of water, I am taken back to a time of togetherness, spent with loved ones, thinking about loved ones. Through it all, the feelings remain. The flow of the ocean waves evokes longing, sadness, and contemplation.
Things are different now, though much remain the same. The love is still there. The sadness too. We try and try again, but we do things very much the same. People, places, and time change. We are unfulfilled. The aching longing leads us back again. We know the way home. Love. Joy. Peace.
Walking along the shore on a hot winter day in Malibu, I feel pure joy. All is beauty and love. Life is simple. Time is measured by the ebbing waves. I close my eyes and I hear the life around me. I smell the salty sea and my sunscreen that protects me from the sun's harsh, damaging rays. I haven't been here in a while, but I keep coming back.
As my feet dipped into the warm, clear sea water, I am mesmerized by the reflections. I am surprised by my own reflections. The changing, moving patterns that the current makes as it washes seaweed and rocks ashore fascinate me. In the dark corners, I find hidden treasures of shells and rocks, covered by moss. Everything changes all the time. Every moment is precious. Live in the moment. Cherish it.
As I walked along the beach, the remains of sea creatures washed ashore revealed the life within the vast sea. The shells that housed the crabs, lobsters, and other life forms were tangled up in the seaweed. I looked closely to observe the beauty of their protective shells. I appreciate nature's design. The shells have evolved to protect and defend the fragile bodies within. The life is gone now. The struggle is over. Death is beautiful. Life is beautiful.
Wild flowers, branches, and leaves sway gracefully in the wind. I am mesmerized by their beauty. I can spend an eternity watching the ever-changing nature. It is beautiful. As the wind blew my long black hair across my face, covering my eyes, I feel loved.
I haven't gone hiking in months. Living in the big city, I forget about the joy I experience in nature sometimes. I immediately noticed the incredible growth in the last couple of months. During the spring when I last hiked, the trees were still mostly barren, with dark branches making a stark contrast against the blue sky. Today leaves, flowers, and fruits weighed down on the branches. They provided a much better canopy from the sun's rays, though I had on a Yankees hat that sheltered my face from the harmful UV light. :)
Nothing rejuvenates me like a nice hike up in the mountains. I saw a deer peaking behind the branches up a hill, a lizard hurrying along on the dirt, bees buzzing around sweet summer flowers, and flowers loosing their petals in the wind. As white petals rain down on me, I feel the joy of life. There's so much beauty around me, and I feel humbled to be a part of it. I am beauty, love, and joy.
