When I was a little girl my grandparents took me to the California coast with my siblings for a week. We stayed in a beach house where we would get up early when the tide was low to search for the best shells and hope to find a real message in a bottle. I fell in love with the ocean during that week and I became obsessed with whales and anything marine. I don't know if it's just been lack of time but I have not been to the coast in a year (actually since hood to coast last year, which is not a real relaxing visit). But really to visit the beach and just "BE" it has been years....
One of my best girlfriends lives on the Oregon coast part time and I have not been able to get out to see her place, that is until yesterday. Why did it take me soooo long?
We all had a blast, but most of all the dogs. And you know a tired dog is a good dog. They ran up and down the beach with big doggy grins for two days.
Sand covered and exhausted I brought them back home, and I came back with a little more perspective as to all I have been NOT doing and NOT feeling. I love the ocean and the vastness of it. The sound of the waves on the beach and the smell of the ocean air. And I could literally "feel" how not in charge I am, how there is a reason for all of this that I can not see right now. Which is very comforting and helped me to relax, I think a big part of me healed right there on the beach somewhere between a tennis ball throw and a "drop it!" command to my little clam digger Ruby Tuesday.
So maybe I need to find myself a little beach cottage.....my girlfriend has the right idea :) The dogs already voted yes on this idea....and really lately their opinion is the only one that counts:)