Early this morning, before the crowds, bright waves rolled in slowly at Coast Guard Beach. I was out in them, greeting the day and giving thanks with my whole being--heart, mind, soul, and body.

When a big one came, I rolled in with it, tumbling in the froth and sand. I came up out of the water to greet Michal, laughing. She smiled and reached to touch my hair. "Your hair is sparkling. You have beads of sand like jewels all over your head."

I reached up to touch them, these beads of sand in my hair. For me there could be no greater crown of glory. We sat down then, in the presence of the water, enfolded in the light, sound, motion, and breeze.