My shadow tried to get away yesterday,
but I put my hands on my head and saved the day.
I mean what would I do without my shadow?
St. Augustine Beach's new beach looking back toward the Pavilion.
The look, smell, and sound of this beach brings back memories of my childhood.
It is a mere inlet away from St. Augustine Beach,
yet the sand and the shape and the voice – so different- are worlds away.
A lifetime away…
Vilano Beach, St. Augustine, just the other side of the inlet, across the other bridge, yesterday.
Just a short bridge across the river.
Easy going from shore to shore.
Without it, how to cross?
Swim? Boat? Pelican?
Are you a bridge?
Have you helped a friend get from here to there across troubled waters?
Has someone been there for you?
Perhaps everyone is a bridge, at one time or another,
sometimes without even realizing it.
Bridges are engineering marvels.
Some are plain, some ornate and others simply elegant.
We depend on them more than we realize.
The renovated Bridge of Lions in St. Augustine, Florida.
Safe enough to sleep wherever exhaustion steals you away
and to know that you are surrounded by family and friends.
Faith that you are loved and accepted for who you are
and that you can love like that too, without expectations.
And a heart big enough to see the blessings wrapped in each day.
Thanks to Carol for sharing her bracelet that reminded me that I am SAFE AND LOVED.
Thanks especially to Andrew who is sleeping in this photo taken a hundred years ago.
Manatee art by Grover, a.k.a. T.G. Rice, available at Grover's Gallery on St. George St., in St. Augustine, Florida.
And, Happy Birthday, Libby!!!!
Gleanings From Living Long