Kayaking on Quincy Bay, Quincy, Mass.
A cold, brisk wind was blowing across Quincy Bay as I headed toward the marshland in a kayak.
Alone, paddling on the ocean is a wonderful way to relax and collect one’s thoughts. As I headed down the coast to take a few photos, I realized that the wind was stronger than I had anticipated. By the time I reached my destination, I was tired.
Still, as it is every time I step into the kayak, it was a very enjoyable experience. The sting of the frigid sea wind rubbing my cheeks; the sound of the waves slapping against the side of the kayak; the sight of wild fowl frantically flapping their wings to escape from the intruder; all these made me feel momentarily free from earth’s attachments. Then, after plunging my hand into the ocean to retrieve a lost glove, I also felt a rush of reality as I thought of the many souls lost at sea. I immediately teared up and said a prayer of compassion.
Mosques and temples, churches and synagogues, oceans and mountains, forests and deserts; all can be used to increase our appreciation of God’s presence on earth.
Leaving from Squantum, heading toward the marshland.
The constant battering of wind and sea
often breaks up the edge of the marshland.
The Boston skyline is visible in the distance.
Chunks of the marshland will often float to new locations.
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