When I close my eyes, and breath deep into my soul
I can dream myself right to my cottage by the sea …

I can taste salty air as it kisses my lips,
and hear the soothing crash of waves echo in my memory.
I can feel warm sand slipping between my toes,
and see endless blue laid out before me like a blanket of faith.

I can breath deep into my being
that wonderful mixture scent of salt and pine …
take comfort from the ultimate success
of God and nature in the age old test of time.

I can fully engage in the intensity of color as the sun melts
into the water each evening and paints it unreal …
and the moon rises high to waltz with the sea,
surrounded by a symphony of silence and surf.

I can inhale the beauty of it all and pay little attention
to each kink unknotting, each trouble evaporating …
allow the serenity of the moment overtake the chaos
and simply be – enjoy – live and relax.

For my cottage by the sea is a sanctuary –
My hideaway on the edge of years of conflict.
It’s my chance to walk hand in hand with God,
smile in His direction and draw upon His unlimited energy.

It’s a moment in time that lasts for days on end …
A walk with no purpose other than hunting for treasures
and remembering the little miracles of every day life --
reveling in their perfection; feeling them fill up my pockets.

There are tide pools to explore and pine cones to cherish.
There’s a game of tag with the foam on the water’s brim,
and endless sky to chase clouds through and get lost in.
There is time, and peace; harmony, and balance. There is hope.

And right on the edge of it all is my cottage by the sea.
With it’s worn picket fence and wildflowers run amuck,
an old wicker rocker sits in the shade, the best seat in the house …
a view to live for, the breeze in my hair, and my dogs asleep at my feet.

When I close my eyes and breath deep into my soul,
I can dream myself right into that old rocker
and once again, strength is restored to who I can be.
It’s only an escape for now … someday, we’ll call it home.