A women's retreat lent me the opportunity to take my own advice. Cassie, Caroline, and I stole away to a northern most corner of Oregon for solitude. We three stole away to the beckoning beach instead of attending one of the evening meetings and there discovered twilight carrying on silently while only two blocks away hundreds of women sat shoulder to shoulder back on the conference grounds, inside a huge stuffy chapel, singing about the glories of God, and then listening to a speaker instruct them in the importance of Quiet Time away from the busyness of life.
Twilight, low-tide, a clear, shallow river emptying placidly into a very pacific ocean, while a slender crescent moon reflected the long-set sun both in the sky and in the waters. Strolling down the campfire-dotted beach, sparcely populated with lovers here and families there, we discovered intimacy enveloped in vastness. The evasive serenity sought in the music and messages of the meetings was here, in minds and senses responding to the primal creation of God.
"Mom, you know, it was really nice of God to give us all this beauty so that we could tolerate living in a broken world," sighed Cassie, outstretching her young arms widely toward the red hues and deep blues of twilight and the roaring, curling, crashing of the white waves, her muscles reaching and relaxing into the rhythmical music and widespread colorworks of God's nature. And thus began the flowing of words and thoughts among three seeking souls on a tiny turning planet. Unforced. Unexpected. Undeniable.
Meetings have a purpose. A very important purpose.
Wisdom discerns the needs, then finds the time and place to meet them. For my daughters and me, the beach at twilight was the supreme place and time for the soothing of our frazzled selves, a meeting of minds and hearts without a building and within ever-deepening understanding.
Caroline and Cassie: Sandwalkers.
Wish we could take credit for building this, but alas, no.
It was a glorious two hours!
And the next day....to the Toy Store!