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As the huge boats approach the docks, the families of the fisherman wait patiently with excitement. Their eyes filled with tears of joy. Their hearts beating with anticipation.
The smell of the air, the sound of the seagulls, the taste of the salt from the waters.
Months have passed since they last saw their loved ones.
The sun reflecting off the magnificent waves. The fog horns being sounded…
The glorious approach of those who had been lost at sea for what seemed to be an eternity.
What a glorious moment it was to have and see everyone home safe. To see everyone in each other’s arms.
The embrace of love and connectivity, even if only a dream…
May 7th, 2007 at
Such strength in just a few sentences. The force that is felt. The wanting.
May 7th, 2007 at
[...] Men of the Sea [...]
May 7th, 2007 at
See, this is another one. I felt like I was there. I could see it in my mind! I am glad it comes easily for me, this way I can jump right in and enjoy. I am a visual person
May 8th, 2007 at
Wayne, Yes… looking back at it and reading it.. I felt a “force” with me.
May 8th, 2007 at
Cheri,
I too am a visual person. I have the ability to go on a meditative journey almost immediately. My dreams also seem to be vivid.
Anyways, I can be there with those people waiting for the men to dock. I can almost smell the air!!!
May 9th, 2007 at
Was this a meditation of somekind, or just a vision? It is such a snap shot moment.