Dawn, on the beach, just to get out of the madness, and the solitude, and the loneliness. The beach is very busy, at 6:24am, and there is a warm breeze blowing.
The sea water is warm, too, as the waves wash over my feet, I stand for a moment and feel the water come, wash, swirl, and pull away – time and again, wave washes over, tides pulls out…I don’t know how long I stand there, or why…but I think of Jesus, having his feet washed, and wonder if He felt as disconnected, but introspective, as His feet were washed, as I do now, with mine sinking into the sand. This isn’t real, this feeling of sand beneath my feet, water swirling around my ankles…it can only be real if I can capture it, for my blog. Do I only exist to feed the bog? Am I denied real human interaction by my own ‘me’-ness? I am starting to think so, but it is probably just a product of the loneliness I feel at this time of year.
That must be it.
I hate December.
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