|Sunrise on Deerfield Beach, Florida|
There is a certain, almost magical look to sunrise on a beach. It feels, for a moment or two, that anything is possible...any dream can come true, any mistake can be corrected, any pain can be overcome.
As I watch the sky being painted in light and breathtaking swirls of pastel pinks and blues and lavenders, it seems that even a whispered word is too loud, too out of place. Even more so than in a synagogue or church, I feel that saying anything out loud would be sacrilegious. It feels as though I am being given a glimpse into the very process of creation -- a view through G-d's eyes at all the world was meant to be.
Over the years, sunrises on the beach have been times and places for special moments. I said goodbye to dear friend one sunrise on a beach a little south of here. We sat in silence, and watched as the light crept in, the colours and patterns of the morning clouds created before our eyes. We always planned to get together again someday...now years later, it has never happened. A goodbye sealed on a sunrise beach is a forever kind of farewell. I think we both knew that then, but neither of us said it.
I've sat on sunrise beaches alone, crying for a lost dream. And I've walked along sunrise beaches with my heart singing in joy and hope and excitement. I've seen them alone, and with dear friends and family members. Each time, the experience has been something unique and meaningful You can't take sunrise on a beach for granted...it won't let you.
The pictures on this post were taken on a breezy December morning as I sat on the beach in Deerfield Beach, an area just north of Fort Lauderdale. Except for the one lone soul walking along the water's edge (just visible in one shot), I was alone. It was a morning of "anything is possible" and all is right with the world. It was a perfect winter sunrise.
I just joined a meditation and yoga group that meets once a week at sunrise on the beach. I'm excited about the prospect of greeting the sunrise with mindfulness and spirit. Whatever I see and feel there next week, I know it will be something special. The sunrise would not have it any other way.
(Posted in honor of Pink Saturday)