Journal 1

I walk out my door and can smell the pepper of the Ocean. My mouth grew dry with anticipation for the waves where crashing in the distance.  The wind had picked up, and I was heading down to the sand. I crossed over the old bridge careful not to step on a sand spur. I walk to the begging of the shore joined by a group of tiny birds, escaping the touch of the waves. The spread of the Ocean, the great reminder of what is, and how beauty evolved from the depths. Being surrounded by nature, I felt full once again.  I moved up, so that my toes touched the creeping flow of waves on the shore, coming and going. I close my eyes and wait for a while, the waves whisper, and I can hear them. I open my eyes and am filled with joy, smiling from the inside out. I’m now in touch with the day and in tune with my being, ready and willing for this moment. I wish the waves good buy and thank them for their fresh scent, the fuel for my day. I walk back over the bridge, head held high, seeing how long the smell of the beach could travel. A few blocks and I am home, I go around back to wash away the sand. The beach slowly pushed down the drain and out of my sight. I wipe the remainder of the water and sand off with a towel, and begin to open the door inside. I stop a moment and take it all in once again, the birds, the waves the peace. I hold the truth of the beach inside me, and carry it within, as I step inside the house. I am never alone, knowing that the beach is with me, telling me to listen to the waves.