Something beautiful on this Wednesday

Note: I pressed ‘publish’ on this post early this afternoon and then ran out the door to an appointment. The whole time I’ve been thinking this published and it did not (I shake my fist at you, Internet Gods!). But here it is anyway at 8:18 PM.

The sunshine is dazzlingly beautiful today. The snow is 100 watt light-bulb bright and every bird, it seems, is singing. I have been missing Florida but I have to say that the extremes of ice and bright sunshine, cold air (34 °F) and palpable warmth — the warmth from the sun touching my skin in what feels like a lover’s touch tracing the shape of my face, my fingers all the way out to the tips, every bit of exposed skin — are making me feel the love for Minnesota today.

When I first moved to Minnesota I had that odd experience that some people get, who have lived where there is a lot of sand but no snow, of seeing snow covered areas in brief flashes as being covered not in snow but in white sand, a trick of the mind superimposing the known and expected over the similarities of the new and blurring them together.

I am always interested in the way that our minds arrange our perceptions for us and, conversely, how our perceptions arrange our minds for us.

And I am thinking about the power of transformation today too and the way that something as simple, and at the same time, as cavernously complex as transformation can work a wonder on things — things that may hurt or sting or make us sad — can take those hurtful things and shape them and form them into something that we can not only live with but be happy with, find beauty and the serenity of peace with in the actions wrought through the hands of change with transformation as grace and our own will as a primitive power akin to the sea or the wind — like the glass on Glass Beach in Fort Bragg, California.

Here is something beautiful to look at (besides the glorious day) on this Wednesday

Photo of Fort Bragg Glass Beach by Floris Van Breugel

For years Fort Bragg residents dumped their garbage over the cliffs owned by the Union Lumber Company and onto the beach below. They threw household refuse, glass, old stained mattresses and broken appliances.  You name it and they threw it over the cliffs and onto the beach. Even abandoned vehicles were pushed over the cliffs to crash on the beach which became known as “The Dumps” to locals.

“The California State Water Resources Control Board and city leaders closed the area in 1967. Various cleanup programs were undertaken through the years to correct the damage. Over the next several decades the pounding waves cleaned the beach,
by breaking down everything but glass and pottery and tumbling those
into the small, smooth, colored pieces that cover Glass Beach.” — Source

Where can we ever get away from the consequences of our actions
here on this Earth of ours? If we put something in the ocean it comes back to lap at
our feet, if we shoot it into the air it falls back down eventually
showering onto our heads. And the same is true of trying to get away
from our actions towards others in our lives — the things that we do are not going anywhere. The only thing we can do, if we are minded to
make a positive difference, is to take the broken things, the trash, the
actions we regret, and find the beauty that is waiting to be set free like beach glass from
trash — through living our lives in good and productive ways that act like the waves of the sea endlessly enacting transformation.