This year a new love blossomed in my soul. Its been there always, this part of me. But it grew fiercely stronger in the past few weeks with my travels to the Oregon Coast and to California. I don't need to touch it, just to know that it is there is enough. The ocean is my haven of peace, security and calm. It heals me. I could sit for hours by the water with not a thing to do and never feel a hint of boredom. Even with the cool June gloom of the California coast I was at ease. But bring that same weather back to Idaho and I feel miserable and lock myself away inside.
I find it therapeutic and almost meditative to walk along the beach. Searching. Listening. Feeling. Smelling. In Oregon I declared a mission to find sea glass to start a collection, but found sand dollars instead. In California I trudged along the coast searching for pretty shells and found sea glass as well. The ocean offers up her gifts to those who are willing to search, who have patience to watch and who have the eyes to truly see her beauty. Every grain of sand is a treasure, every rock a monument and every broken shell a story of beauty. I honor it all.
The start of a collection
For now we call Boise, Idaho home, far away from the roar of the waves. I can only hope that some day, in this lifetime my home will be a cozy beach cottage along the shores of the sea. Until then I will visit when I can, dream when at all possible and remember the sights, sounds and smells of what is left behind.