No words to scream today,
But I am writing again, I have thoughts
As I meditate with each step, each noticing is my prayer of thanks:
For soreness in my legs, for water that reaches for my toes, for foamy surf that comes and goes
For soft sand caressing each step of my feet
A low radio playing a happy beat
For waves that invite and dare, crashing down every which way
And the slight trickle of sweat down my back as I turn when it’s time to walk away.
pamelascanepa 