The beach was empty this morning when I went for my walk. There was a downpour for about 15 minutes and when the rain cleared, and some of the humidity had been taken from the air, the beach was peaceful. I walked for a couple of kilometres barefoot through the surf and the sand at the shoreline, sometimes going in up to my knees. The water was clear, but choppy and the wind whipped around me. There was no one around, so I sang to myself, skipped along, splashing in the water. I don’t think I’ve spent a lovelier hour than that in a while. Then back to reality, planning the worship services for a couple of nursing homes in the morning, finishing my little reflection and a Taize service in the evening, doing bulletins, while figuring out the details of a memorial service in a Church I’ve never been in and a burial in a Cemetery with a P.O. Box… Ahhh… Rural life!
