From the moment I smell it, see it, hear it…
A feeling of calmness, serenity and peace comes over me.
There is nothing else like it. Nothing that has so much raw power and so much tranquility at the same time.
I can sit and look at the ocean for hours. I can close my eyes and listen to the waves crashing, over and over again. I can watch the sun rise and set a million times and never tire of it. I not only love the ocean. I need the ocean.
The ocean. My first love. From the time I was a little girl. Going out to Jones Beach on Long Island during the summer. Weeks spent at Old Orchard in Maine with my son and husband. Weekend trips…Plum Island, Cape Cod, Hampton, Narragansett, Rockpoint, Glouchester…When I would feel the pull of the ocean. And I would heed that call, sate that craving whenever I could.
I love the ocean in every season. It doesn’t matter if it’s snowing, cold, windy, foggy, rainy, or sunny. It is my heart’s home. It is where I feel safe…yet awed by its vastness. Like the mountains, everything is put in perspective here.
I am feeling this need right now. In the midst of getting my son ready for college, preparing for a new school year, and packing up my belongings because I will be moving soon too. In the midst of all these changes and new beginnings…my spirit is yearning for the sea.
Somehow I will find my way there….I always do.