Bags were packed. Van was loaded. Reservations were made. We were off! To the Beach!!
I love the beach. More than a good hike, more than a crisp snowy adventure; I love the beach. It makes me feel connected. That big ocean connects us all. The far off places don't seem that far away when I look at the constant flow of the water, touching everything all at once. It's the same ocean that floated my ancestors here from Ireland 200 years ago. It's the same water that my grandma watched with my grandfather in the last years of his life. It's constant. It's powerful. It shows no mercy, but it's beauty knows no bounds. What's more is that it makes me feel small, insignificant, a mere mammal in the blink of the eye of the sea. To some, feeling insignificant might seem depressing. To me however, the feeling is refreshing. The tide keeps on, with or without me, reshaping the earth, changing life as we know it... despite the hustle and bustle of the city... despite all of the admits at the hospital... the tide keeps on...
The ocean is my happy place. I can feel it filling me up until I overflow.
And yes, I'm totally fine with my scrawny Washington girls suiting up for 60 and sunny.
This is how we roll.
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