What a glorious gift from our Lord to be able to behold such a place. And we were virtually alone on the path around the perimeter of Cape Breton. I had forgotten how much my heart had yearned for the ocean, and its symphony of sounds---sea breezes blowing through the conifers, crashing waves on the rocks below, an occasional sand piper crying from the shore. The colors were as vivid as any I've ever seen. I debated in my mind as to which was the deeper azure--the ocean below or the sky that surrounded me. And the unspoiled purity of the place. I've never breathed in air that was cleaner or a more delightful concoction of smells---the salty mist of the ocean, the wet red soil's earthiness, the occasional pungent waft from nearby fir trees. The sea breezes became soft caresses on my skin. Could I have been literally brushed by the wings of angels here? Only eternity will tell.
My soul is learning to be both still and quiet. Man's words would have somehow spoiled the beauty here. God's voice had already spoken this landscape into being......and that was enough.
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