About twice a year I have an opportunity to get away.... with GOD. Don't get me wrong, GOD and I hang out daily and converse often, all day. However, the distractions and responsiblities of caring for my son can be draining. So I cherish the times for an extended break. 

Last month I traveled to the coast for two nights of just rest. In the weeks prior to my visit I often looked at pictures of the bed and breakfast I chose, day dreaming of quiet. Amazingly the weather was stunningly sunny and I spent much of my time just walking up and down the nearby beach.

Staring and gazing at the water, the sand, the waves and their interrelationship filled my soul. I was not an older woman celebrating her 65th birthday with but a little girl walking on the beach, exploring the wonder of bubbles, sand and sea.

I stopped walking and absorbed the beauty, sounds and movement around me. The bubbles especially facinated me. I took a video of one such bubble about two inches in diameter as it was pushed by the wind for several feet. It was as if a tiny person was driving it and I actually tried to see if some mini-seamonster was on a joy ride!