Thoughts on the Journey in Hawaii Part 3
WednesdayToday Jake and I played at the beach. We went to a small beach with extremely course sand that was made up of bits of lava rock and coral. It was unlike any sand I had ever seen. As I lugged the stroller with the oversized bag, sand toys, and the small whining child, my thoughts went to distant thoughts of a singleton at the beach without large quantities of "necessities." We dropped our things and walked toward the ocean to explore. The larger rocks beckoned us closer and we began to take our steps upon the steady ground. Hand in hand we strolled upon the rocks. They were covered in mossy green slime that feels and smears like finger paints. We found a spot in the rocks that dipped in and formed a puddle, the perfect size for a small boy and his nanny to explore on an overcast humid day in February. I found some of the green paint on my arm and we began to paint with it. Sitting on the rocks, our feet in the warm puddle, having him smear green moss on my arms and legs, I felt alive. I looked out into the vastness of the ocean, so grateful for the beauty I was experiencing at that moment. To love, to care, to protect, to play.
posted by Kat @ 1:08 PM
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