There is nothing quite as refreshing to the body, soul and spirit, as enjoying my morning tea, with a view of the ocean out our cabin window.
Then each afternoon, walking to a bench I discovered this year and sitting outside (yes, in February) while watching the tide come in and go out ... again and again.
Time to think and pray and breathe.
My time at the bench (at the beach) was inspired by the lovely pastoral writing of my friend, Diana.
Where do you go to breathe?
ps. For 25 winters we have come to Ecola Bible School in Cannon Beach, OR for my husband to teach a week long class on World Religions. When Dave saw the title of my blog, he said, "you might have 'come to the sea to breathe', but I 'come to the sea to teach.'"