The sound from the breaking waves, the rich smell of the salted breeze, and the hot sand beneath my unsteady feet touch gently and hold me upright. My spirit is broken, but I manage to take one trembling step at a time through the shifting sand. I am alone with hundreds of people around me; laughing, sunbathing, and napping under beach umbrellas with the tropical sun beaming over us. There are so many children happily making sand castles whose company I ache for. All the while, I am not alone writing in my mind’s eye. No one's conversation is directed to me; although I have a paramount view reflecting that I am the island. I believe in the magic, I believe in the miracles, I believe I am not alone. I know that someone’s listening because I can hear the voice from the earth whispering back to me: “Write, write, and write some more, of these beautiful visions of loveliness that I have given you your senses. And remember to bask in them from a child’s pleasure. And then he will come, when both mother and child make a sand castle here together.”
And so we did for many splendid years, until he has grown into a remarkable young man.
Still I hear the incredible island calling me back for the treasure that it holds.
Nevertheless, I will have to go alone to hear its gentle breath.
Causes Catherine Nagle Supports
Westwind Foster Family Agency, Christian Children's Fund, Compassion International, Make-A-Wish Foundation, Invisible Children, Save the Children