The Grit of Life
On a day I wanted to focus on dirt, touch it, move it,
press it into shape around seedlings, and separate it from weeds, I’m not.
Life and work have kept me occupied and out of the dirt
for months. I’ve missed it so much that I’ve gardened in my dreams.
Flexibility, however, is my watchword today because it’s a
free day. No work is scheduled and my visiting daughter flies away home to
Massachusetts this evening, so the precious remaining hours of her trip will be
spent with her.
Life is so much richer when having shared loves. She and I
have the love of the ocean, the sand, and the sun to extend and further cement our
bond. Today’s treasure is that we’re a few short feet away from waves breaking
and leaving wisps of foam on the shore.
Cooling breezes brush my bare shoulders, tempering the
heat of the sun. Blue skies hold only the smallest hint of clouds on the
western horizon. Soft baritone echoes of waves calm and soothe our psyches. The
warmth, the salt scent, the sea—my son and daughter resting on the sands beside
me—it’s not the grit of dirt I craved earlier this day; instead I’m rewarded
with the grit of life and love.
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