His eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning.
Better than any wrapped present under a tree,
the rolling ocean, on a gray day,
looked thirteen shades of green
against a back drop of
deep purple clouds full of rain.
He was not child,
perhaps a man in middle age
and his excitement at seeing
something he had never seen in his entire life
had a child-like vulnerability
that was easy to fall into.
Strangers connected in nature’s beauty and wonder,
humans offering love
in a heart-shaped stone
passed on for remembrance.
The hard and the soft,
the remembered and the forgotten,
the future and the past,
all captured in a moment.
A Yellow Feather fell into my life!
I don’t think that I have ever thought about how many people in the world have never seen the ocean. Thinking about it now I see that it may be possible that there are more people who have never seen it than people who have! The things I take for granted!
I’ll never forget this chance meeting and the sharing of our souls in that moment. And I will always love how the universe offers us gifts when we least expect it.
The perfectly heart-shaped stone that seemed to be surrounded in light, caught my eye as I walked on the beach that morning. I walked past it because it didn’t measure up to the “incredible shell” status I have limited my beach finds to, as I have limited space in which to display them.
But then I heard a voice from my chest area (the place I know I should pay attention to) and it said, “But it’s a perfect HEART!” Obediently, with full agreement, I turned and walked the three steps back to the stone, just as a wave was coming; possibly to take it back to the depths of the sea, never to be seen again.
I set the stone on the railing as I turned to wash the sand off my feet. That is when I met the two gentlemen. The one man couldn’t wait to tell us that this was the first time his friend had ever seen the ocean!
I was so excited to be able to share this experience with them. I took their photos and tried to sum up the power of the sea and what it means to me. I heard myself say, “It speaks to my soul. And when I am here I can hear my soul speak to me, the connection is so clear. There is healing power here…”
We turned to leave and when I was about three steps away I heard the voice of my soul say, “Wait! You forgot your heart of stone!”
I promptly turned and grabbed it off the railing and immediately walked to the man and handed the heart to him. There was a brief second where both our hands were connected by the heart, which directly connected our souls! No words were spoken, but everything was said…
I thanked God for this very special meeting as tears welled up and gently slid down my face. I AM Blessitude that my awareness is so open, and my connection to my soul continues to strengthen.
My dear friends, the gift of this moment was greater than any wrapped present under the tree!
(Oh…the image is mine!)