Category: Cannon Beach Reflections
A grain of sand by itself is, for the most part, insignificant. It is blown around by the wind and thrown every which way. It is tracked along by people or animals. It has not enough weight to stay put. But when you gather a few billion of those grains, it can withstand the great crashing waves of the sea.
So they bring this soup and it is so incredibly creamy and smooth and… well… mushroomy. I don’t care if that’s a real word. I used it. If you like mushrooms, you know what it means.
All my life I’ve been asked to hurry along. I’ve always been slow. I used to think it was a curse, a weakness, even a character flaw. But I have come to recognize it as a gift.