A Windy Day at the Beach

Thoughts of the beach…

When I’m at the beach, I’m a watcher. I study the beach, like a meteorologist studies the weather.

Today the beach is very windy. The waves are wearing their white caps and the sea oats are bending in praise to the sand.

The usual bright umbrellas that line the beach remain furled around their poles and bound by ties. They remind me of sentries guarding the sand from the greedy waves and wind.

My neighbor’s flag beats itself against the wood, sounding like the pattering of a hard rain.

Out in the water, I hear the faint screams of joy as children do a sea dance – leaping and twisting in the rolling waves.

A black dog dashes into the water chasing a ball. He shows no fear as waves challenge him. Grabbing the ball in his mouth, he swims back to drop it at his owner’s feet, clearly saying, “Throw it again!”

Walking down to the beach, the sand spits at my legs feeling like pinpricks, but when I dig my toes into it, my feet feel warm.

At the water’s edge, seaweed lines the shore, creating a wall of mixed debris – broken shells, bits of wood, frayed rope and a child’s plastic bucket. I wonder what stories the debris could tell.

Stepping over the seaweed wall, the waves rush in to kiss my feet and then, hurry away like an embarrassed lover.

Raising my hand to shield my eyes, I watch people bobbing like colorful corks. Some scream as a mass of small fish swarm around their legs, looking like ink spilled on the water.

Above me, the clouds march across the sky like fat soldiers. They are getting ready for the loud artillery attack of the afternoon thunder showers.

Making my way back to the beach house, I find a dead crab just outside his sand hole. I sigh. So close to home and he didn’t quite make it.

But then, my studies have taught me: Like the weather, the beach is unpredictable. Each day, life and death play out on the warm white sand.

Finding Life Lessons

Coming back to my blog is a scary process and yet, almost losing it made me aware of its value…to me. When I thought I was about to lose my posts, I freaked and copied all of them. This eventually led me to re-read many of them.

What surprised me were the posts I thought I’d written for OTHERS turned out to have messages for ME. Mind you, at the time, I didn’t intend to write them to myself, but as I re-read some of the posts, I could see them hidden among my words. I believe they came from the wise woman somewhere inside me. She always tells me the truth whether I want to hear it or not!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going “woo, woo, woo” on you:~) I’m simply saying stuck among the words I’d written for other people were things I needed to learn as well. What’s this got to do with anything?

Our lives move FAST today. There’s not a lot of time for reflection, but I believe there are lessons we’re here to learn. Some we get right away. Others are only visible much later, but it doesn’t make these less important. So, how do we find these hidden lessons?

Today’s technology has made this so much easier. You can jot notes to yourself via your phone, a tablet or the old fashioned way — keep a paper journal. It doesn’t have to be fancy or long – just write a few lines about your day — what made you happy, sad or perhaps even rip-roaring mad (when angry, WRITING is definitely a very healthy alternative:~)

If you do keep track of the good and the bad, I guarantee years later, at some point you’ll re-read your entries. There will be lessons meant only for you. Like me, some will make you sigh, some will make you laugh and others will perhaps change your life.

God’s Chorus

I sigh as the porch fan slowly moves air across my face. The wicker rocking chair I’m sitting in creaks as my foot keeps it moving.

Somewhere nearby, I hear the cooing of courting doves. But they’re not alone, I also hear the loud warbling song of a wren seeking his mate.

A sudden breeze makes the crepe myrtle branches scratch at the eves of our house and sets our chimes to singing.

Somewhere nearby a dog barks. And even though it’s still early, the crickets are already practicing their nightly chorus.

In the distance, a lawn mower grumbles and a child’s high pitch laughter follows a splash from a neighbor’s pool.

Suddenly, a blue jay squawks a warning. I know he’s fooling around. The birds at our feeders aren’t taking a chance. I hear the rasp of branches in nearby bushes as they quickly seek safety.

If I listen closely, I can hear the buzzing of bees collecting pollen in our flower garden and a hummingbird’s chirp as it lands on our sugar-water feeder.

It’s a busy day for God’s chorus. But I take a deep breath and rock in my chair, glad to listen to it.

Rest in Peace

My sweet kitty passed away recently. She was a frequent subject of pictures and even a few stories on this blog.  She will be missed.