My morning….

Why do we run from the things that we chase down?

What is it about the thing we can not have that makes us want it? 

If time is never ending after we die then why do we cling to this life?

I sit thinking these things in my car sipping my starbucks and waiting for the drizzle to let up so I can go check out the surf.  The ocean is my only place of peace and solace.  There is something about the illusion of it going on forever that puts my mind in a place where creativity and deep conversations with God take place.  So I sip and think these things.  Then as if it is the Big man himself the sprinkle stops and the sun peeks out of the clouds and it is as if the rain was never even there.  I open the door grab my coffee, pen, paper and lock the door.  As I near the sand I take my shoes off and sit along the shoreline where a line of new shells trail the beach.  

This is my morning.  These are my thoughts.  Why am I typing them?  I really do not know except that there has always been this desire to share my thoughts with anyone.  I guess it makes me feel like I let it all out somewhere and maybe just maybe someone will read it and say.. yeah, I get it.  I get her.  I understand.  It drives me to continue to share rather candidly my thoughts.  

H