Along the shore was a kind of seaweed that ranged in color from pink to magenta and combined with the white foam– it was downright festive. I kid you not. Festive. The only thing missing were little paper horns rolling in the surf.
Even the shore birds seemed partial to it– although they seemed to want to eat it, which wasn’t really calling to me– I just liked the color.
When we first arrived, a very dear white-haired man walking toward us stopped to chat. He showed me the piece of driftwood he had found that had a face on it– he pointed out to me where the ears, eyes and nose of the animal head were– but he didn’t tell me what the animal was. He told me I was beautiful and that I had beautiful eyes. He held out his hand and gave me a ‘gratitude’ rock. He told me that he had been walking all morning thinking about his parents and his grandparents and their grandparents and feeling overcome with gratitude. He got a bit teary, but kept smiling.
The rock was still warm from his holding it.
I dug into my jacket pocket and gave him the bit of white shell I had found that was shaped like the silhouette of an angel.
We wished each other a happy new year and headed in opposite directions.
I don’t know that I have ever begun a day like that— and I like to think it bodes well for the year ahead.
I hope someone crosses your path today and tells you how beautiful you are and what beauty there is in your eyes.