This is actually kind of like a PS. to the last post, so please read it first if you haven't already.
Today, God let me have that blustery breeze. I went to the beach today, and you wouldn't believe it, when I got there, it was blowing beautifully! Now, you may think that going to the beach when it's windy isn't much fun, but let me tell you, it's glorious. I happened to be wearing a skirt, (the pink one from the pics in the Summer) and it blew my hair, and my face, and the waves crashed, and the sun peeked through the clouds. It glistened on the soaring birds...so beautiful. Yesterday I wrote a little prose, and I finished it today at the beach...it fit so perfectly. So as I sat there on a log...I felt this: (words typed underneath video) Turn off the music first!
The breezy wind dashes through my hair--I feel it go, and come again.
I hear the crash of waves on the shore, the whistle of the wind, flying
through the woods and over plains--and then my face, rustling my skirt, my hair, my very being, soul...it breathes and sighs;
the freshness brings new life and joy!
Like a loveing hand it restores me; the breath of my Creator.
The glint of the gold sunlight, as it follows soaring birds, and as I breathe,
I revel in the incredible tidal hand that sweeps and smoothes the glistening, white-capped waters to my own.
How long have young girls marveled at these magnificent displays?
To be alone with nature as it revels on its own , is truly, without wonder, amazing.
The fresh sea smell and fluttering leaves, they haunt me, and give me peace.
So perfect. I love you, God! I will be soon adding this to the 'poetry' page.