2023-03-02 11:25:05

2023-03-02 11:25:05

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Pine PollenPine Pollen

  It’s pine pollen time on the island!  Though I rarely see the yellow particles in the air, I can readily identify their presence on everything left outside—tables, beach shoes, chair, and our car.  All surfaces are coated with a fine yellow film that makes some cough and sneeze.  Once I saw the wind dislodge clouds of pine pollen, setting drifting across the bay though usually it’s invisible.  Despair and depression can be like that.  Individual causes may seem minor, but soon they accumulate and coat everything that should be shiny and bright.  Suddenly the world is dulled in despair and hopelessness.  Please help me, O Lord, to shake myself free of this choking coating so that my enjoyment of the life you’ve given me is not clouded by the accumulation of problems and worries I’ve let pile up.  Help me to breathe in the breath of your life and your love so, like the pine pollen set adrift over the water, I am free to be joyful in your presence. Amen.

Wearing the BeachWearing the Beach

I came across a broken whelk case on the beach this morning, twined in the sand like an intricately coiled necklace. I think of all the jewelry designs borrowed from sea shapes, the coils and scallops and stars that lie at my feet. How beautifully detailed these small shells are, their precision and beauty breathtaking upon close examination. It’s no surprise that the local souvenir shops are rich with seashore creations; sand dollars, starfish, and hundreds of shelled bits of jewelry appear in designs for hair, throat, earlobes and wrists. Why? Is it that we want to adorn ourselves with pieces of the island to take back into our day-to-day lives? Do we ‘wear’ the shore so others will know where we’ve been? How blessed I am to discovery such small but impressive examples of God’s design, and how rarely I express my gratitude. Dear Father, I thank you for the gifts of the shore and for their incredible beauty made visible as an act of your love. May I see in their careful design your love for the world and your design in my life as well. Amen.

Sand on the PathSand on the Path

When I walk to the beach in the nearby state park, I use a wooden crossover to gain access.  Open at the sides, this wooden structure must regularly be brushed free of sand or it becomes so clogged that people no longer use it, climbing over the dune instead.  Because the dune is fragile, park workers try to keep the crossover clear, but sometimes they fall behind.  It’s incredible how quickly the sand accumulates, how it collects in deep drifts that make walking very difficult, tempting people to choose the dune instead.  I think of my own prayers life; how I neglect my prayer time for one day because I’m too busy, and again the next day I feel pressed for time, and then….  Soon my prayer time is covered with excuses, and I begin to find a path around my conversations with God.  Forgive me, Lord, for too often ignoring you, neglecting to sweep my prayer time path from any excuses or missed opportunities. Amen.