We were sitting on the harbor side of the breakwall watching the waves crash over the lighthouse. The first boat started and then turned around. Another one started out and stopped. Finally, a smaller sailboat went right by us and raised the sail. As I caught the backside of the boat I noticed that it was named "HOPE".
That little boat, skillfully sailed along the breakwall and went right out into the lake and waited. One by one, the rest of the boats, about 30 in all, followed that little HOPE and the race began.
As you can see, the riptides were strong...I mean, the life guards went to the trouble to post signs that "death may occur". When you look at the pictures of the boats, you can see how far they are all listing. It honestly looked like many of them would be hit by a wave and flipped.
I am struck by the irony of this. I am one to choose hope and faith above all else. I have always been. For me, the best part of the morning was family. I was there with my son, brother, cousins aunts and uncles. I didn't even bring my camera and I think I took less than ten pictures with my phone. My cousin is the one to thank for the beautiful pictures. I sat and was present with my family for some very peaceful time. Something five years ago seemed impossible. I let my son play in the sand with his cousins and I sat and visited with the grownups. It was peaceful and it was perfect. So I am glad that my perspective on life allows me to realize what is happening around me and to be present and find joy again. I am always grateful for hope and joy in whatever way they show up in my life!