Today as I was standing in line to check out, I heard the woman ahead of me tell the cashier, “This is my first and last trip here; there’s NOTHING to do here!” I was quietly shocked, and then I realized there is little to do here on the island, if ‘doing’ means being entertained. There are no theaters, bowling alleys or amusement parks, no nightclubs or miniature golf courses. Only the ocean, the beach, and the sky exist here, each teeming with life and traces of death. I’m reminded of the phrase, “Be still and know that I am God.” Here there is time and space to be still, to stand before the infinite without the trappings of entertainment, and search within and without for knowledge of God. I thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to touch your face and receive your message in quiet solitude here, where it is written in large script. Amen.
When the tide is in, a walk on the bay can be difficult in places. Oyster shells unite and form aggregates—large collections of various sized shells cemented together. Where one
Early this morning, the sky was clear and sharp, visibility unrestricted. I could see small details on the mainland, clearly distinguish a ship on the ocean. But now the humidity
When guests come to visit the island, they rush to the gulf, wanting to see the ocean. Off they go, wearing bathing suits, carrying towels and beach toys, beach chairs,