While on the beach this afternoon, I witnessed what was perhaps an intensely personal & private moment. A well dressed woman walked to the shore and tossed a pink rose into the water. She stood for only a moment or two and departed - leaving the rose to toss about in the surf. As it did, petals separated from the bloom and drifted - some washed ashore, where one was plucked up by a gull, and another was gently lifted up by the hand of a young child and added to her collection.
I wonder if this woman had just come from the funeral of a loved one and performed this ritual in memory of this dear friend who loved the ocean - this ocean and this beach. And I imagine that the spirit of that person goes on to serve those it touched, just as the rose petals left the bloom and drifted to new purposes.
I should hope that someday I will be remembered so beautifully.
2 comments:
This is really lovely, Janice. You write beautifully.
It was nice meeting you at Head of the Meadow beach this windy morning. The seals were incredible! I hope you'll post pictures/movies of them. Sorry you have to leave the Cape soon.
Best of luck with the last part of your footsteps-of-Thoreau walk.
blessings,
janet from Eastham
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