In 1997 my grandson, William is being guided in the fine points of soccer by his uncle Tai (with the bleached hair). On the right my son, Russ is strolling and looking for "what?". Closer to center and nearer the waves is my daughter-in-law, Cinnamon, mother of William. And on the far left is my oldest son, Marty, also in motion, father of William. This took place before their second child (Cayenne) was born, and later their divorce.
Many footsteps in that sand in St. Augustine in the Anastasia State Park beach.
I know the date because my sons gathered for my youngest's graduation from High School.
And the rest of my three sons' stories are just as interesting. I haven't lived with them for many years, and depend upon visits to collect most of my photos (or now on Facebook also!) Russ married Michelle and they have 3 lovely children. William graduated from high school himself a few years ago, and doesn't particularly like soccer. You just never know. His younger sister Cayenne is a beautiful young woman about the same age now that Tai was for the above photos.
I love beaches. I love mountains. I chose mountains for my home. The weather is more what I can live with and I'm slowly working on being able to walk around and enjoy them more. But I've sure left many footprints in the sand in my lifetime.
Thanks Sepia Saturday for starting me off sharing with you on this topic. Check HERE for more stories about footprints from the past.
Empty yourself of everything. Let the mind become still. The ten thousand things rise and fall while the Self watches their return. They grow and flourish and then return to the Source. Returning to the Source is stillness, which is the way of nature.
~Lao Tsu, Tao Te Ching, Verse 16