Beautiful restful minutes contemplating the future . By AC Fyri
My grief is a gentle wave, a ripple of beauty where wind meets water. Quietly, it laps at the shore before peacefully receding. I float languidly along with it- my body immersed, my face touching the sky. The tide is calling us home.
His Ocean Is My Grief Wave
“The Mountains are calling and I must Go.” ~ John Muir. It is not always the ocean that pulls you in for renewal. The mountains have the same effect on this Colorado girl. When I look at this picture that my husband (Scott McClarrinon) took, I see the waves of mountains and I am in awe.