i can see the vain in the blades of grass. nature’s most popular shade of green is woven together in a beautiful ribbon as it bends in the wind. the blades, they wave at me with their little fingers and anchored in the hand of the ground. maybe they’re welcoming me to this peaceful place or maybe they’re just playing with the wind. i’d like to think they’re happy to see me.

if i lift my gaze only inches higher, i see nothing but the ocean’s endless horizon. a single line, stretched across the breadth of my view and humanity’s existence. that line has never really changed but has remained constant in the span of time. if i strain my eyes hard enough, i can almost make out the gentle curve of the earth’s surface as the cool blue hugs the globe. if i look even further, i think i see china… or at least it looks like it could be china.

there is a point along the ocean’s edge where the sun shines so bright the glare of the water literally binds the sea and sky as one. it seems as if there is no separation of the two and if i were to pinch my fingers at that point, i could pull the two right out of their place, as if i were pulling a cloth off of the table. it’s probably not as simple as it appears to look right now and i have a feeling they’re just where they need to be. but being this high and seeing this far makes such impossible feats seem almost possible.

i turn my eyes from the expanse of my view to the city on my left. the buildings seem less daunting from up here as i squish them between my fingers like a child might playing with a piece of candy. the fervor of activity and commerce is swallowed by the ocean’s mist. as strong as it may appear and as presumptuous as it sometimes pretends, it’s vulnerable in the hand of the Creator.

the buildings will fall with His quakes and are limited by His shorelines. the city tries to dwarf me in her shadow but in reality, she never make me feel as small as i do right now in the bigness of His sky. she scares by her tactics of intimidation, He humbles in me in His majesty. the trees gently tower over me and the waves powerfully crash below me. the number of blades of grass before me baffles my mind at the thought of their count. the wind controls the placement of my curls and the sun reddens my skin despite my disapproval. i am humbled in a way that requires me to sing praises not rejection; i am filled with joy and not obligation. life is added to my day and not taken from it. yes, this is how it was meant to be… i simply need to change my perspective.

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