To the right is a picture of my beach. It is Myrtle Beach State Park and it is my beach. I lived near the water my whole time growing up. It was not a beautiful sandy beach like my beach now but there was always the beach. I like everything about the beach all the time. I've been on the beach on hot humid days when the water just called your name, and I've skated across salt water bays when the ice would shift with the tide and become hollow underneath as the water receded. I've been on the beach in hurricanes and after hurricanes. I loved to walk in the fog. When I walked to and from school as a little kid I had great difficulty keeping my feet dry because the water just attracted me. When Marsha and I began to look at areas where we might retire we tried some spots inland and we knew we were too far from the water. Lakes are fine, mountains are beautiful but they are not the ocean. I have a son-in-law who doesn't like sand in his feet and my nephew's son can be imprisoned by taking off his shoes and putting him on a chair on a sandy beach. He won't get down without shoes on. I can't understand them I just love the sand in my feet. I visited friends and they always say after the beach that I can take a shower, but I love the feeling of salt on my skin. If it wasn't for hygiene I would never wash it off. As a little kid I would scratch my arm and it would leave a big white streak from the salt on me. I think we all have places where we feel connected to the universe, for me it is a place where God just hangs out. It is often so quiet yet always with a rhythm. I think that rhythm is why I love to lay back and float for long periods of time. I feel so blessed to spend so much of my life so close to the ocean and even when I don't go there I know it is not far away if I need it. Here in Maine it is the same. I am not on the ocean but I've paid some visits. Up here the added benefit is the smell of the ocean that I miss down south. You can smell the ocean miles away almost like an appetizer on your way to the main course. I know God didn't create it just for me, but I'm sure glad it was part of his plan. If you can't tell I love my beach.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
The Beach
To the right is a picture of my beach. It is Myrtle Beach State Park and it is my beach. I lived near the water my whole time growing up. It was not a beautiful sandy beach like my beach now but there was always the beach. I like everything about the beach all the time. I've been on the beach on hot humid days when the water just called your name, and I've skated across salt water bays when the ice would shift with the tide and become hollow underneath as the water receded. I've been on the beach in hurricanes and after hurricanes. I loved to walk in the fog. When I walked to and from school as a little kid I had great difficulty keeping my feet dry because the water just attracted me. When Marsha and I began to look at areas where we might retire we tried some spots inland and we knew we were too far from the water. Lakes are fine, mountains are beautiful but they are not the ocean. I have a son-in-law who doesn't like sand in his feet and my nephew's son can be imprisoned by taking off his shoes and putting him on a chair on a sandy beach. He won't get down without shoes on. I can't understand them I just love the sand in my feet. I visited friends and they always say after the beach that I can take a shower, but I love the feeling of salt on my skin. If it wasn't for hygiene I would never wash it off. As a little kid I would scratch my arm and it would leave a big white streak from the salt on me. I think we all have places where we feel connected to the universe, for me it is a place where God just hangs out. It is often so quiet yet always with a rhythm. I think that rhythm is why I love to lay back and float for long periods of time. I feel so blessed to spend so much of my life so close to the ocean and even when I don't go there I know it is not far away if I need it. Here in Maine it is the same. I am not on the ocean but I've paid some visits. Up here the added benefit is the smell of the ocean that I miss down south. You can smell the ocean miles away almost like an appetizer on your way to the main course. I know God didn't create it just for me, but I'm sure glad it was part of his plan. If you can't tell I love my beach.
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