Plenty of seaweed has washed up on the beach since my last walk a week ago. It comes and goes, like all of life. One day the beach is clean, the next day, a mess. Same with my house, my desk, my closet. You name it.
Today, for the first time in my three years here, I came across two dead birds—not one, but two. One, probably a merganser, on the sand; the other, hard to identify, on the path along the walkway. It got me wondering where the ducks and gulls go when their time is up… and how do they die…and do their companions even notice when they are gone?
For sure, we humans honor the dead. By the end of the day on Saturday I will have spent three out of the last five Saturdays attending a funeral. All Christian, all different denominations; all the same, all so different. Life comes and goes.
I’m grateful that I can come to my cottage by the sea for silence, solitude and simplicity and sit in the mystery before I go out again.
Today, for the first time in my three years here, I came across two dead birds—not one, but two. One, probably a merganser, on the sand; the other, hard to identify, on the path along the walkway. It got me wondering where the ducks and gulls go when their time is up… and how do they die…and do their companions even notice when they are gone?
For sure, we humans honor the dead. By the end of the day on Saturday I will have spent three out of the last five Saturdays attending a funeral. All Christian, all different denominations; all the same, all so different. Life comes and goes.
I’m grateful that I can come to my cottage by the sea for silence, solitude and simplicity and sit in the mystery before I go out again.