I do not posses words to discribe what I witnessed last week. I was very wrapped up in just getting to Cape Cod, daughter in tow, that I did not spend a ton of time thinking about what Monday, June 30th would be like.
It would be an understatement for me to say that I was blindsided.
It was so very important, on so many levels.
I repeat over and over again that the tide is turning.
As I stood there last Monday, as the tide was literally “turning” as the ocean crept towards our feet, it hit me that I was taking part in that tide turning.
It was a beautiful, powerful, wonderful experience and I am forever indebted to my sisters for asking me to be a part of it.