Last Sunday at our little Island church, the rector spoke about crosses, what it meant in Biblical times to be executed on a cross and the meaning of the cross in our lives today. We were all given small wooden crosses and encouraged to carry them with us in our pockets. I didn't have a pocket that day, so I brought my cross home and set it in a small dish on my dresser. Periodically I think about putting it in my pocket, but it just never seems to make it there.
Late yesterday afternoon, I went for a long walk on the beach with my camera. It was overcast and the sun was low, but there was a lovely glow on the water and the sand. I wandered to one of my favorite places on the beach, where overturned trees and roots reach out into the Gulf. This is a photograph of what captured my eye. It seems that those crosses have stayed with me.....just not in my pocket.
