Our Round World - Part 2

Some months back, around the time of the Twisty Hemlock story, my rocks and crystal family asked to go for a walk to the ocean for a cleanse. There was a fine mist of rain on a not particularly fine day. Nevertheless, I prodded myself out the door, carrying lunch and the family.

I slipped into the Peace Mantra that has become second nature when I walk...Peace, Om Shanti, Salaam, Shallom. When I reached for drinking water at the half way point and didn't find it I remembered leaving it sitting on the counter in the kitchen. In this country though, with a creek to cross ahead of me, drinking water isn't a problem. When I spotted a thrown away coffee cup on the roadside I had a drinking vessel. And let me tell you that water was cold, cold, cold. Cold enough that I left it sitting on a roadside boulder hoping for a ray of sunshine to warm it for my return journey.

By the time I arrived on the beach in Rasmussen Bay the sky had half lifted, and the half I was under was still cloudy and misting with rain. I set my babies into their wash cloths to stir in the waves of the receding tide and sat to eat my snack. In the few short minutes it took to eat, the sky cleared and opened creating an egg shaped horizon (the picture in the previous post) from my perspective among the beachside boulders.


Once again I was grateful I carried the extra weight of the camera to capture the magic of those moments....and despite the sunshine, the drinking water was just as cold on the return journey.