It’s Friday and I’m at a writing loss. Normally I would have a Five Minute Friday prompt to guide me but, well, we’re on a well-needed holiday hiatus. Normally, I would have  about a thousand random thoughts racing through my head, but, well, I think my mind went on hiatus as well.

If I’m honest, I haven’t really been thinking words. I’ve been busy soaking in the family and family activities. I’ve been making memories … not necessarily sharing them.

Take today, for instance. Angelina and I got up before dawn to take in the sunrise over the ocean at Garden Beach. The sun didn’t cooperate. A heavy cloud cover over the ocean dulled the vibrancy of the sun rising. Tonight after dinner, the family headed back to the beach around sunset. Fast moving low clouds dimmed the rising moon with Mr. Sunshine nowhere in sight.this evening.

However, it really wasn’t the sun or moon. It was the rhythm of the waves crashing the sands. It was a quiet roll this morning … it was  faster cadence.

I’ve said it before but it is worth repeating, especially on this promptless Friday. My centering place is the ocean. It doesn’t matter. I’ve seen the Atlantic displaying her magic in Maine, Rhode Island, New Jersey, Maryland, South Carolina, and Florida. I’ve seen gentle waves and angry waves and I’ve challenged them a time or two over the years. I’ve sat on the wet sand for hours and for just minutes. I am constantly reminded of Who is control  — dictating to the waves just how far to roll onshore. I am humbled and realize I’m just a speck of sand standing on the sand, yet God still somehow loves me. I shut down my mind and just listen … to the gulls, to the waves, to the voice of God. Always I leave the seashore re-energized.

I could have recapped last year. I could have talked about my books. I could have picked a random topic. But I spent some time on the beach today.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Do or do not. There is no try. — Yoda