Those of you that know me know I'm a total beach nut. There is something special about where a continent ends and meets the vastness of the water, in this case the Gulf. Some people like to sit on the beach, some people prefer to be in the water. I like both.
I have been blessed to visit some great beaches around this country. That's a feat considering until now we lived 900 miles to the closet coastal beach. I watched porpoise swimming off the beach in San Diego, walked out from Waikiki and enjoyed the solitude of Costa Rica where seven people on the beach was a crowd.
I'm a people watcher and it's amazing what some people will take to the beach with them. When Z was young we took him to Miami Beach. He fell asleep in his floatie in the ocean, his floppy sun hat faded by the time our vacation was over. I'm sure on that trip we brought every beach device known to man. In San Diego Z was young as well. We walked on the beach, diaper bag, breakfast food, and who knows what else in our hands. I'm sure the amount of things we carried screamed "tourist". We would have missed the porpoise had not a local stopped to point them out. He was jogging with a towel and water bottle in his hand, thats it.
Last week when we visited Holly Beach we didn't have anything with us. We took off our shoes, soaked our pants and walked up and down the beach. We were unemcumbered by stuff. It was a beautiful time. We planned to go back last weekend, however storms kept us away.
There is power in the beach, in the water that slams into the continent. Each wave pulls at the sand as it deposits more of it upon the shore. I stand in awe of that power and am reminded every time I take it for granted. I've been slapped by jellyfish, stung by the waves slamming me into the bottom and snorkeled where just beyond us sharks were known to make their habitat. While we were in Costa Rica and I was pondering the beauty from the deck of my room, a man lost his life at the beach. It was a reminder that life is precious and even in paradise there is death.
Holly Beach was wiped away in Hurricane Rita and yet people are rebuilding. The satellite photos of the before and after are a keen reminder that we are not fully in charge.
Yet I can stand on the beach and all seems right in the world. To quote Louie Giglio "We are small". I feel small when I stand on the beach. I feel balanced knowing that I am truly not in charge of everything. I feel renewed, refreshed, and re energized, ready to face life.
I don't even mind the sand that seems to follow us home in my shoes. It reminds me that at those times I am overwhelmed I can go stand on the beach. I can know that I truly have power over very little and I am only riding the waves.













