Yesterday I went for a walk on the beach. And it was one of those days where the water was warmer than the air and so my feet got really cold and I started getting nervous that this might be the end of summer.
Besides that, it was my first time at the beach since all the tourists left, and so it was gloriously isolated and deserted, which is the best kind of way for beaches to be. Being on a beach with no one else around really makes me feel like part of the hugeness and eternal-ness of the world, just a little piece that fits in and moves along with it all.
I went planning to take a bunch of pictures with my new camera, but of course I realized that I had left the battery at home once I was there, so Internet world I’m sorry that you missed out on a spectacular night, including THREE rainbows. No joke.
So instead I just walked and reflected. It really makes me feel peaceful to know that those tides have been coming in and out and in and out for thousands of years or however long, and that even though no two waves are the same there is an overriding consistency to their existence in spite of minute details and variety. Life goes on. And it’s still beautiful, but it is always different and changing. You can’t fight the tide, it’s gonna go out no matter what, but then it always comes back in later on.
I feel like every life experience I’ve had since I moved here is personified by the beach and the water and the tides and waves. It’s kind of the same feeling you get when you meet a person who shares your opinions or ideas – that feeling that you’re not alone. When I go to the ocean, I feel like it mirrors my emotions. It makes me feel like there are larger patterns at play and I am just repeating them on a smaller scale. And because the waves keep moving and the tide keeps flowing, my life will, too.
I also like the beach because there are angels everywhere, if you take the time to look for them:
See those little seashell wings?
