A wave sloshes toward me, clear, carrying, apparently, nothing. No shell, no seaweed strand, no color-glisten I can see. It spreads its froth out along the sand, sinks, and seems to retreat. The beach looks unchanged, though I know now not to trust that appearance. If there is such a thing as transformation, perhaps the smaller manifestation is often the more reliable. Perhaps if we're lucky, we might salvage the small or unrecognizable as an agent of perception, the thing that prompts the imagination to focus and funnel, to be the lime door we might occasionally walk through, the trigger, finally, to some larger question.
- Barbara Hurd
from Walking the Wrack Line: On Tidal Shifts
and What Remains
It's Thankful Thursday, a weekly pause to appreciate people, places and things that bring gratitude and joy.
Today, I am thankful for the words of others — those dense, deep ideas that trigger my heart and stir my mind.
What are you thankful for today?
