I love the Ocean
More than I even understand. Everytime, I’m at the beach or in the water I feel really super free like peaceful and strong. There is everything to love at the beach, no matter what mood it is in. When its stormy, its all weepy and dramatic..crashing into the beach super hard and making scenes all over the place.But than it quickly realizes the tantrum and slowly pulls you back in with a low tide and breezy day. I never hold a grudge for more than a half hour before I catch myself with rolled up jeans wading back into the wavy hands of the beach. and then the ocean is happy, it shines. There are smooth sea shells, pieces of sand glass treasure, little treats from all the ocean soul…The sun is excited to allowed out to play again out and all the birds show off, flocking together and squabbling. There is no one on the beach that doesn’t look like they are happy to be there. Whether it is the drunk teenagers sneaking coronas and weed, the beach bum surfers who are little dots waiting for the unexpected rush of a wave, the waddling diapered toddlers overwhelmed and gleeful at all the action…and it goes all the way down to the crinklly eldered legs of the grandparent beach, small shallow tide pools and soft little baby waves saying goodbye. l
Theres no better place to find yourself than at the beach. Its always real and its always there. There is to much strength and resiliance in those oceans, they aren’t going anywhere without a STRONG LONG fight.
