Hearing the song of angels in water waves, as they continually caress the sandy shore with their frothy fingertips, white foam like angels' wings, saturating, cooling, bringing peace to all who hear it, a constant rhythm, like the brushing sound of one's palm on the tight skin of a drumhead.
Walking along a familiar shoreline, wear I walk everyday, finding new seashells, new smoothly polished rocks, holding them in my hands and rubbing them to feel the awesomeness of their billion year old age. Putting them in my pockets to take them out to rub them again, good omens, rocks as old friends.
Children's playgrounds at the beaches, swing sets, playground equipment of ladders and slides, chairs for the parents to sit and watch their kids.
Dried autumn leaves have fallen off trees, each fall being an act of G-d who has jostled the tree branch with a breeze. Fallen leaves soft on the ground as a carpet where children can step in cushion.
Every time a leaf falls, G-d has caused it. Each leaf on the ground is there because G-d has put it there. G-d is everywhere, as the fallen leaves are everywhere in a signature reminding us of our Covenant with Him.
To always treat your loved ones kindly, to love your neighbor as His hand in our breeze has loved every leaf on the trees, gently, softly, kindly guiding them to the ground as paths that lead us to spiritual growth.
Crunching these leaves underfoot, kicking up dried golden sand, humming Hebrew chanting on our tongues to the sound of the instrumentals of the moving lake water.
Always in music, always in song, and dancing.
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