Low Tide Mandala

Craig and I hiked down to Chuckanut Bay at low tide on the day before the full moon.
Where water meets land, magic always happens . . .

Inhaling the scent of wild Nootka roses on the path to the beach . . .

Admiring the Chuckanut sandstone, as sensuous as sculpture . . .

Seeking treasure in the tidepools.

Then we gathered bounty from the shore, and made a mandala . . .

. . . out of cedar, sea grass, beach stones . . .

. . . alder leaves, crab legs . . .

. . . and a Nootka rose.

My sweetheart wrote a message in the sand . . .

And a few hours later, the high tide rolled in and took our offering back to Mama Ocean.

Full hearts.

Blessed be.