Nothing 4 Nothing

I need to pick out the patterns of my thoughts try to get rid of fear, be joyful and not expect much, say adios to past memories, not worry about the tomorrow, and live in contentment of the present. Try to enjoy the beauty and simplity of Mother Nature, warm puppies and butterflies. The words sound good anyway....time will tell if can I live by them. C & D are on a weekend holiday up the coast. I remember not many years ago picking up seashells at low tide. Holding one in my hand feeling its texture and curves, awed by its fragile beauty. The ocean to me is profoundly mystical and spiritual, hearing the crash of waves on rocks, watching seagulls dance excitedy around the waters edge..ahh, wish I was at a beach right now. Brings to mind a poem I read;" Sea shell, sea shell, sing a song for me. Sing about the ocean. Tell me about the sea" Father Heaven, Mother Sea...bless us all.