Good Afternoon, God!
We’ve had a quiet day with a dear friend from long ago. A relaxing walk between the Bass River and Long Island Sound. A time of repose. It is good to rest, God. Good to come to a full stop and be at ease — after our Boston Marathon bombing trauma just five days ago.
I had thought I wanted to go to Nantucket Island. But perhaps not. I am at rest and happy to remain at rest. How good to be staying with friends — to enter into their worlds — worlds replete with birds and bird feeders. And, of course, the squirrels that eat the seeds that the birds drop.
I have had enough of the traumas of bombs and manhunts.
How good to focus on small things! To delight in simple treasures of shells and seaweed and seagulls. We three were alone on the walk . . . except for the birds and a very few fellow walkers.
So good to be in Cape Cod in the off season. And even better to be in Cape Cod with dear friends. I am so very thankful!