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Category: St. Augustine Beach

  • Can a Color Save Your Soul?

        What's your soul's favorite color?   Blue beach, blue sky, blue water. There are so many blues.   Can a color really save your soul?    

  • The Rain Doesn’t Need Us

        Rainy days at the beach – they're challenging for the shop owners in this tourist town, but what can you do? Complain?   As kids we would complain, then play cards and laugh and complain some more. Now we might walk in between the raindrops, enjoying the wind and the wild sea, or…

  • Let’s Dance!

        The rising moon, almost full. Anyone for a moon dance? There's time enough for worry and care and grief, they'll wait. Let's Dance!    

  • Pink Grasses

        Late blooming grasses – patient, resilient, beautiful.    

  • Yes, You Can!

      "Mom, I can't get down." "Yes, you can." "No, I can't." Yes, you can." "Mom!" "Dj!"    

  • In The Middle of a Storm

      When you are right in the middle of a storm, it's all there is – wind, rain, noise, thunder, lightening. You feel as scattered as the sand that relentlessly blows away and away.   From the air it looks quite different. Blue sky above, sun shining and billowy clouds below. If you are in…

  • Giving Thanks

       

  • Pelican – Simply Living

        According to some observers the pelican will actually enter the water upside down in order to catch the fish.   Imagine a pelican in the grocery store asking the pelican behind the counter, "Is that fish wild or farm raised?" The pelican behind the counter stands on his head and says, "They came…

  • Written on the Wind

           These clouds look as though they could be organized into words, words that are literally written on the wind.   What would the universe like to say to us today?      

  • Fishing in the Big Pond

           A great blue heron can often be seen fishing on this beach. There is a marsh just over the dune in front of her that would seem to provide an easy feast for a heron, but there she is, hunting in the ocean, getting bumped around by the waves on her spindly legs.…