SMUGGLERS COVE

This happened about eight years ago

 

Smugglers Cove

  

I sat upon the shale pebbles of Smugglers Cove, a small cove on the California coast.  Small by California beach standards, but containing all the right ingredients to make the afternoon perfect, the ocean rushing in and crashing against a large boulder at one side of the small cove and rushing up on both sides of the boulder and onto the sandy beach to touch my feet where sitting. This causing the pebbles to chime as they tumbled together.

            Being of fair skin and knowing the effects of the sun to me, sun screen was generously applied to exposed areas, including the feet.  Closing the eyes I can still hear that wonderful thundering resounding sound of the cove and now hear from the mind the peace such a constant arithmetic sound can bring. 

            I later had to turn my back to the sun.  Wearing a gossamer jacket, sun glasses and a big sun hat I could still hear and feel all that was there to appreciate.  The eyes were closed for some time, just filling my soul with the power and nourishment from the ocean.  After considerable time, opening my eyes and seeing above me on the sand there stood six people looking somberly out into the water. A young woman was walking up to them from the water. She was wet from head to toe and wearing flippers.   I sat for some time still enjoying the powerful experience just spent then decided to stand up and turn around to face the ocean once more before leaving. Big mistake! With such a steep incline there was no balance for heels to stand up with as they were on the downwards slope and I fell backwards onto my fanny!

            My friend below me did not see what had happened but the seven above me came rushing to my side.  “Are you alright, are you an Angel, let us help you up.”  They all echoed.  I came up with such encouragement and assistance.  But an Angel!  One woman was holding me tight and tears poured down her face as she talked.  “We just scattered our sons ashes to the ocean as he requested.  We know you are here to give us comfort. Were you sent here by God?”  We all can be a vessel for Gods purpose and I answered without hesitation, “perhaps I am.”  We talked and embraced for some time.

            Their names I don’t remember but the experience was never forgotten. For a full month, after sleeping each peaceful night away I would awaken in the morning, go into the shower and the singing would begin, tears pouring down my face:

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When Peace like a river attendeth my way

When sorrows like sea billows roll

What ever the cost thou hast taught me to say

It is well; it is well with my soul

 

It is well, with my soul

It is well; it is well with my soul.

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Tears still fill my eyes today eight or more years later as I remember their great sorrow.

 

Donna Fae Lorenz

8-17-2010

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Arthur Henn]

Donna, this is beautiful. Its as a melody of written lyric that unfolds into a song.

[DONALD EISSLER]

YOU ARE AN EXCELLENT WRITER DONNA HOPE TO SEE MORE OF YOUR WRITES ON HERE .... TRUE STORIES OR OTHERS I KNOW THEY WILL BE ENJOYABLE TO READ
TK

[Donna Lorenz]

THIS IS A TRUE STORY. SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED TO ME ABOUT EIGHT YEARS AGO.