Bridging the cracks in the terracotta floor the butterfly pauses with renewed wisdom.  The owl image bridging the wings draws the eyes to the persimmon background that frames the resting courier of newness.  The morning light emerges across the tiles.  A new day.

 

With the rock outcropping as background and the wisdom of the butterfly we walk into a new day seeking rest and restoration along the every waving waters.  The sands ground through time roll at our feet and the rays filtered by sheer clouds announce a new day.  We beat our kids to the beach.  Just thinking of years gone by when their feet, their bouncing bodies danced in the surf and knowing time has moved along.  The rock has not been ground to sand and we don’t know when the grinding waves will stop we walk along the tide-line building a more firm understanding, a footing, stretching toward a new day.

Behind the transition lenses the eyes still squint.  The sun bounces off the morning waves and the period of the rhythm remains constant. The surfers count waves and mount the next big one for a ride on the waters. The surfers, like the butterfly, are carried by a wisdom of knowledge.  Pushed along by a force beyond their understanding.