The last day at the beach is difficult. I don’t want to leave, but know that if I stay another day it won’t be a vacation. It is fun to dream about what it would be like to live on the ocean. If I stayed here more than two weeks, I would start to see what repairs to the house are needed, not how beautiful the ocean or how calm the marsh.
One of the wonders of life is that we crave variety. Several weeks at the beach makes one want to visit the mountains. A long cruise makes you appreciate land even more.
God has created such wonderful and diverse parts of the world. Few of us take enough advantage of the gifts of nature. I certainly place myself in that category. I admire people my age who continue to travel and explore.
I haven’t seen our eagles lately. Perhaps they are nesting. I hope he or she stops by to say goodbye.
I leave here with a prayer. I’d like to have the skills to be as calm as the marsh is right now. I know that underneath the still water is a strong current and all forms of life, but on the surface there is nothing but calm.
Liked this poignant feel for beach separations angst.
Personally I do not crave mountains in a yin yang counterpoint to the beach, on departure. Rather, it’s the separation from a beach state of mind, from the serenity, from the temporary cessation of fear.
Thanks. Very thought provoking. W.