Beckonings on the Beach
"Hear" these photos. What is calling us?
Or consider the names I have created for these images. Try matching my names with the photos. If you don’t "get" my answer, yours is right.
For me, contemplating these gifts is surrendering to nature and spirit. They beckon, telling us we are part of a larger being.
Here are those names (Not in the order of appearance.)
Face in the log
But, really, what (or who) are these beyond words? Who are they in the tumbling breath of surf, the distant squawk of gulls, the beat of your heart...?