For days I have wakened to the sound of down pouring rain, bad news for my exercise routine. My meditative walk has been out of the question, and as a result I have been missing its therapeutic calming effect. But today the sun has come back to cheer the world and me.
A beautiful panorama of ocean and sky greets my eyes. I see a fisherman, an older man, fishing in the traditional way with a net he throws. It is quite beautiful to watch; the movements are like a ballet.
The sky is overcast and the huge waves I see in the distance will come crashing onto the beach. A couple of motorcycle taxis pass me and the drivers are wearing their hooded sweatshirts; they feel cold. Having lived here for such a long time I feel the cold too.
At some point in our lives all of us had high hopes of something very different than what life presented us with, a story we wrote but tucked away when we were very young perhaps. And then one day the buried dream starts to haunt us once more and this time with an insistence we cannot ignore.
A familiar topic these days is the practice of gratitude. Feeling thankful for people and events in our lives and giving voice to those feelings can enhance our well-being. If we look around us there may be surprising benefits to expressing gratitude for inanimate objects.
The Almond Lady is one of workers engaged in what I call "naturally occurring work". Her work supports a family. She demonstrates the strength of the common people here and their creative skills to make work for themselves through marginal but honest activities.
This little shell, just open for this moment, is a message to listen to new ways of thinking, to new ways of righting injustice, to new ideas of providing the right support for humanity, the support that is needed right now.