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I’ve made a home in a cave on the beach; the cool darkness suits me. This lonely poet sits in her cell by the shore, venturing out to only to knock off the chill and feel the warm breeze from the ocean. Another day of cloud filled skies and gentle rain, which I can hardly feel touching my skin. I close my eyes. The tepid waves wash over my feet.
So many hours have passed me by; sitting or lying in the soft white sand as it forms a perfect mold around my body. I’ve taken my quill to paper and talked to you about silly dreams, hope, love, happiness, light - as if it ever reaches me here on my warm and lovely grey shore isolated from the sun worshipers.
I dream in the shadow of a great cliff, protected by the sheer rock, in the belly of one of its many caves. I sleep in the comfort of an earthen hand, high enough that I never fear the changing tides, yet surrounded by soft sand and shells - a sort of mermaid wonderland.
I have memories, though, of the rest of the world. So how did I come to be here? What brought me to this shelter so remote? What makes me so content that words, thoughts, and my imaginings are enough company for me?
Every day I walk this stretch of beach; picking up shells, rocks, and sometimes even bits of gold washed ashore from somewhere far away or far below. My writing has become much simpler as I understand more about myself and the universe. I go to sleep each night in my cave, until I no longer feel I need its protective shell – I begin a new habit of sleeping under the sky of low hanging clouds and imagine it to be a sky full of stars. Oddly enough, it doesn’t rain anymore at night.
One morning I wake up, and stroll along the beach finding sand dollars lined up side by side where the high tide left them and pieces from a pirate’s treasure chest along with many beautiful unbroken shells. I build an altar to the Goddess of the Sea, right there on the soggy white sand. Again the rain is falling, ever so lightly, in tiny warm drops - the kind you hardly feel touching your skin, yet they leave a sheen of wetness, soaking you.
I want to go back to the cave and write, but I feel something pulling at me; tugging at my spirit. I can’t hide indoors where it would be safe to journal and try to piece together what all this means. The miracle isn’t finished; I’ve something more to find.
I look again to the ocean, straining to see what I am missing. Then I see it. In the distance; far, far, away is a boat. Not a boat, a ship. I cannot tell its direction, and I am not yet at the point to really care. But never had I seen any ship or object on my ocean – so is this a sign today? I walk back and forth in the low part of the waves – letting the warmth run over my toes while I get to thinking. What purpose could it possibly have? Why here, Why now? Suddenly I notice a glint on my ocean! A small one, but a glint nonetheless. And it carries itself across the ocean, all the way to the shore and onto the wet sand. I almost trip over my feet getting to the drier sand. Now, THAT NEVER happens.
The sun had peeked through the heavy gray clouds, and coming toward me were happy, smiling sunshine waves. I was so frightened I ran onto the sand and fell backward. All I could do was stare.
Who would have thought it…protective cave to sunshine waves, just like that.
I've added the following video because I really love Uncle Kracker and they wrote this song simply to send a positive message and to make people smile. I hope it makes you smile :)
You Make Me Smile
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