There are times when we all must get away, administer some self care and have some fun. For me it was needed especially before the holidays. It was a spontaneous trip, but one that sounded wonderful – Navarre beach in the cool weather.
And indeed it was. The weather was perfect, warm during the day and, cool at night. There was quiet time walking on the beach at night, wading in the cool water, chasing the waves and watching the tide roll in. The waves crashing on the shore is one of my favorite sounds in the world. It is bliss.
The beach is bliss, at least to me. A place to recharge and find adventure. Between the waves, the sand, the food, the drinks, the hot tubs and the bliss, the beach is perfect.
When we are in our favorite places to recharge, it seems that that is were the magic happens. Maybe because we are open and care free, maybe because we are taking the time to really listen to ourselves and appreciate life. Maybe because we feel safe.
And sure enough, that was the case with me. And something else magic happened as well. My parent’s 50th wedding anniversary is today, they were married November 21, 1967 In Jasper, Florida. While I was the Beach I wrote a letter to them, on a small piece of paper the waitress gave me. I wrote the letter right after lunch, and my eyes misted as the words formed on the paper. The letter was short, but sweet and heartfelt. And for the first time I let someone else read it, the message to my beautiful parents. I let my vulnerability show and gently gave the sheet of paper to another hand, for another set of eyes to read and another heart to feel.
And then it was time to go into the water. The water was at first cold on my feet, but I quickly acclimated and soon it felt wonderful. It was cleansing in a way it had not been before. The waves were big and the tide was strong as I swam. I had, the letter in my hand and by the time I looked down, part of it was already gone; the angels on the tide anxious to give it my my parents. And so I swam a bit more, chose a wave, and released the remaining part of the letter and smiled. I knew my parents were there, smiling with me, holding hands in the mist of the sea, gently caressing my cheeks and the waves washed away the grime and sadness of the months prior. To let go and let be, to mentally prepare for the last celebrations of the year, and the coming of all that is next.
It was magic.
And the rest of the weekend was spent in quiet calm, in smiles and laughter, in appreciation and in fun. The food was good, the drinks were cold, the music was festive, the beach was wonderful. I came back simultaneously tired and invigorated, ready to start the holiday season, keeping what is important close to my heart. The magic of the beach is exactly what was needed.