and baby makes 6!

Between two waters

Where I live, the sun rises over the ocean, and sets on the bay. Water to water. Like a giant metronome swinging over us, we live our lives to its rhythm.

Rising early and with splendor, the sun shakes off the sleep and sea salt and slowly makes her way across the sky creating the hot summer day.  Then in a grand production, she dips into the bay as if to cool herself off, sending blues, reds and brilliant oranges blazing into our eyes.

I try and capture the beauty and fullness of life here with my images, but it is impossible.   You can freeze the moment, but it never really does it justice.   Sometimes the images I take are like a hologram.  If you look closely you can see the fishermen raising their arms and casting lines as fine as a spiders silk, glistening into the water.  Look closely.

Between two waters my life exists.  Surrounded by love and moving with the tides.

I am thankful to the Son.  The Father.  The Spirit within me.  All that is Holy and good.

Each day, in spite of whatever trials I may face, I rise to great the sun and sea.

The promise of what the day may hold is too much for my curiosity.

And the dazzling show at the end is just a taste of the joys to come.