I spent two days by the sea. On the southern coast of Maine. A place full of familiar sights and so much that is unchartered territory. A place to lose and find myself. A place filled with gifts. Gifts from the sea.
It is a place I love.
A few times a year I make my way there. Because the gifts it offers, are the ones I am longing for. Gifts that replenish and exhilarate me.
The soothing and tranquil waters of the Casco Bay.
The ancient and weathered rocks that create the shoreline.
The crashing waves of the open ocean that ebb and flow.
The fragile and beautiful shells that are left behind to be found.
Time with the sea is my gift to myself.
A gift that I never tire of receiving.
And the sea never tires of giving…
Sea glass. Glass that has been worn smooth by the turbulent ocean waves. Sometimes called tears of the sea…
Or mermaid tears.
I have a passion for sea glass. I search for it whenever I am by the ocean. I have yet to find any pieces amongst the sand, rocks, and shells. But this doesn’t deter me. It is a quest. A quest to discover these beautiful marvels from the sea.
I’m not quite sure where this passion came from. Perhaps it is because I love the ocean and therefore anything and everything that has to do with the ocean. Or could it be that these tiny treasures remind me of life? They represent a life of storms, of depth, of forces…Thunderous and fierce. Which then lead to a calmness, a softness… Edges worn smooth, as they find their way out of the raging tempest to land finally upon the beach.
I know that life has shaped and softened me. My experiences, my choices, my sorrows, my losses, my heartbreaks, have tossed me about. Like the crashing ocean life has sometimes crashed around me. And then I find myself washed ashore…In a new place with a new perspective. Peaceful, compassionate, thoughtful, and calm. Like sea glass. The same, yet different.
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.
Everyone needs a happy place. A place where your mind quiets and your spirit rejuvenates. A place to just be. No demands, no stresses, no responsibilities.
A happy place can be anywhere. It just needs to make you feel…happy. Bring you a little peace and serenity, be a place of respite from your daily life.
I have two places where I go when I am in need of rejuvenation and respite. When my mind and soul are weary, it is where I am able to lose myself in the moment. And when I am there, I am able to find pleasure and joy in the simple and small wonders of life and living.
I am so fortunate to live where I do, in Vermont. I am surrounded by mountains. Rolling hills, imposing peaks, and take your breath away mountains.
When I am in the presence of these beautiful places, I feel an openness in my heart and an awe in my soul. I see how small I am in comparison and how small and insignificant my problems or worries really are.
Hiking these magnificent mountains allows me to experience life through all my senses and reconnects my spirit with the natural world. The journey to the top is long, the trail steep and rugged. My body aches and my breathing labors. But the feeling when I reach the summit is pure bliss. I can see everything. The views…they truly are breathtaking.
Lost and…found in the Green Mountains.