There is enough outrage out there to make any single one of us not want to push back the covers and face the day. The kind of stuff that if you’re even remotely porous when it comes to emotion? Can derail a good mood, faith in the goodness of people and generally make you wonder if civility is all but dead.
And the trouble is we simply don’t have the option to tune it out–or do we?
Last night I was headed to the grocery store, as I drove I looked up at the sky and it was gorgeous, in fact it was so beautiful I made a split second decision to drive to the beach rather than attend to my errand.
Once parked I made my way to the sand. I love winter, the light is gold, the air is crisp, the beach wind swept.
Above me were clouds lit up with the suns blown kisses of pink and orange. While she busied herself with the daily tucking in of the sun, nature played her lullaby; the rolling of the ocean, the call of the seagulls, the rocks tumbling with the ebb and flow of the tide…
Cast as silhouettes in the disappearing light playing in the water were birds and surfers. And I watched until the sun slipped behind the horizon.
It was when I turned to leave that I found tears spring to my eyes–there lined up as far as the eye could see–were stopped cars. People, some still nestled in the warmth of their cars, while others stood beside their vehicle, each drank in the view.
I climbed to higher ground. Words were unnecessary. Glances, smiles, nods.
Nature had brought us each to a stop, a moment to simply be still. I was reminded of the way it feels to reach out and grab a strangers hand. Only we weren’t holding hands, it just felt as if we were. The sunset had called us to congregate and there in the fading light with the Pacific Ocean as our church, I was reminded that when I stop to notice, the goodness in people is all around me.