I woke up thinking about the beach. No particular beach, just that I love spending time beside the ocean. Vivid beach memories live in my mind. Fond memories of the happy times when heightened senses let me experience the vast blueness, the calling seagulls, roaring surf and laughing children, the salt air, the mist and fog. Then there are the healing memories after the hurts and scars of life. Everything gets better at the beach.
When my girls were little, we spent lots of time at the beach in Ventura. I remember walking them from the Motel 6 to the pier and back, quite a hike for those little legs of theirs. I remember we read, played in the sand, and ventured out into the foamy water. I remember marveling at how children who don’t know each other instantly become beach buddies, working together to dig and build in the wet sand just for the joy of it, no pretenses.
East coast beach time with my daughters as adults found us grabbing our steaming coffee mugs and jackets, walking in the dark, heading to experience the sunrise just outside our Topsail door. Caught in the majesty of the colors and our precious time together, the beach offered us solitude and companionship, each of us fulfilled.
Beaches everywhere beckon to Judy and me in our travels. We’ve strolled the Malecón along the beach at Mazatlán, stuck our toes in the Atlantic at Myrtle Beach, relaxed and snorkeled on the Big Island, hiked the sand dunes to the ocean on the Oregon Coast. Sharing the beach with someone else who enjoys it as much as you is unmatchable.
Instinct drew me to the beaches of Pismo and Morro Bay when I was hurt or sad, needing alone time. The gray, misty atmosphere, surreal and right for my mood, I remember the instant letting go of interrupted dreams. I remember how the ebb and flow filled me with hope and courage. The receding water rushes back; we can count on it.
For me, the beach serves as a metaphor for life. Stuff happens. We shrink a bit, retracting, receding from reality. Then we gather our forces and rush back in, maybe quietly, timid at first, but soon we’re roaring in, our lives changed but full again.
Time at the beach brings me peace and allows me to be just who I am, in the moment.
~ xoA ~