Life can be the same old story, the ebb and flow of the sea, the sun and moon, rising, setting…BUT what lies beneath all of that, what hides in the rays of the sun or the beams of the moon, what might we seek at the bottom of the sea…are our roads already chosen, charting a course with the same involuntary machinations as inhaling and exhaling, or suddenly we see clearly what the fog has been hiding hoping to lure us into solving a mystery…
Shadows in the midst, do we dare stand up to the anticipation of fear…build walls to hide from the truth…erect boarders to stay the same, although each day of our life is different…create a path leading to the next horizon, paving the way forward permitting us to grow…is life a challenge to change or to stay the same…
The Rock Jetty in Provincetown was erected by the Coast Guard, as a bridge for people to enjoy the Bay and the Ocean, to connect the furthest point east with closet point west in Provincetown. Joe’s and my delight is to walk the Jetty as the tide roll outs, permitting us to stand at the bottom of the sea and almost touch the sky at the same time. The ebb and flow, the rays of the sun the beams of the moon, a continuum of life of course that is the same, but each time we visit this palace of nature we are different. Our life’s story is written with both pen and crayon, there are moments that will always remain but there are times when a quick eraser will create a different tale to tell. For me, Provincetown is that blank piece of paper waiting for the next chapter to be written. Day Eight
