Posted by on Apr 27, 2019 in Sandy's Blog | Comments Off on China Cove


Sunset China Cove – Sandy Jones

As very young girls, my friend Julie and I would spend our days at China Cove. It was named China Cove because on the beach there was a lovely rose-colored Chinese house with a wonderful green, oriental-style roof.

Julie’s mother would bring a picnic lunch for us and she always included those big pink marshmallow cookies.

China Cove was on the bay so there were no waves at China Cove. It was kind of a secret spot, secluded and quite private. it was a perfect beach for tiny children.

We’d play in the water for hours, floating on our rafts, laughing and giggling, making up games, singing and talking. The day was so full of joy, doing nothing, accomplishing nothing, getting nowhere, drifting, feeling the warm sunshine, the cool sea breeze and splashing in the salty water.

Well, much to my surprise, these years later, the joyous, delightful spirit of that little girl I used to be, has returned to me. She is here in my heart once again. I am astounded by this and grateful. My heart is open to life and I feel this tender freedom of love. It takes my hand, and I am drifting, laughing, daring in this unbridled joy. The Child is the soul of myself, she is the one who sits up close to Life, next to Reality. She is here, touching my heart – she has returned to me.

She has this marvelous daring, fresh and honest, and she always makes me smile. It all comes alive again, and I am touching the magic of this untamed Love that life is. She lets me feel the wonder of this world, the richness of simply being. I am free and fearless and alive to the living beauty that holds me now. This tender heart of myself, it knows exactly how to navigate this world. My days are filled with sweet surprises too — even sweeter than those big pink marshmallow cookies