Thursday, September 23, 2010

Peace Close to Danger

I do not believe our world happened by accident.

My birthday was September 17th. My wife and I went to the coast, north of Bodega Bay, on Friday, and sat on the beach for a couple of hours and talked. We talked on the way there, on the way to the hotel, through dinner, and all the next day. Saturday we visited Armstrong Redwoods and Sonoma. We talked.

Our time at the ocean and the redwoods was marked by cool days and overcast skies. The ocean surf was heavy. Warning signs on the way down to the beach told of careless people, endangering lives, taking lives. Before us stretched an ocean as dangerous to us as the beach was peaceful. We walked and sat, near the moving, treacherous boundary constraining an incredible power.

How close can we come to danger and still peacefully rest? It cannot touch us unless we give it permission.

Enjoy a minute of peace close to danger.

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