On Thanksgiving morning, I walked out to the cliffs looking
over the Pacific. The wind was whipping the
waves into a roaring frenzy. It was
cold. The clouds were full and active. The water reflected all the colors of
sky. The tide was very high, running up
the sides of the cliffs. It was a
beautiful day.
I am so thankful to be
here.
I never once had a thought or
dream of living in Southern California, although I do remember once about 30
years ago thinking it would be nice to live by a beach. Nevertheless, somehow, through a wild dance
of circumstances well beyond my control, although I played my part, I wound up
here, and every day, I am grateful.
I
talked to my father in Zachary, Louisiana, and he said the tides were hide on
the Gulf coast too. The oceans and skies
connect us.
Thank you to everyone I have
ever known for the richness of this life.
