What a magnificent story I stumbled upon this morning at CBS News: "As the morning tide recedes at a beach near Christchurch, New Zealand, Peter Donnelly arrives to go to work. Peter the Sand Dancer, with a simple stick and a rake (and a not-so-simple gift of vision), paints elaborate works of art in the sand while hundreds watch in awe and appreciation" reports Phil Keoghan.
This story reminds me of the delicate beauty of life. We are born, we grow moment by moment into our wonderfulness, and then we melt away. Impermanence. My heart jumped into my throat when I watch this video, and I could not help but think about my mother, an art gallery owner who died earlier this year. This will be the first Mother's Day without her. You know, I would have sent her this link and she would have LOVED this story. Now I tell her about the sand dancer in my heart, and she knows. She knows about the beauty that can exists one minute, and then be gone in the next. Correction: it's not gone, it just transitions to another form of existence. Just like she did.
Consider using this story and the images evoked as the springboard for your journey entry. What are your thoughts and feelings about impermanence?
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