Summer is not complete without at least one visit to the ocean. The breeze, smell of salt, sharp shells, hot dogs and cokes, plastic folding chairs, umbrellas designed just for the beach, children making sand castles, bathing suits that fit and bathing suits that don’t. Towels of every color, swimming, surfing, beach volleyball. I always bring the obligatory ham and cheese sandwiches, potato salad and macaroni salad and ice tea.
Seagulls stealing chips and sandwiches if I don’t pay attention. Small crop planes dragging ads for cell phones, soda and sun tan lotion.
Putting my toes in the cold water as the waves crash and splash on the shore is cleansing my mind and spirit. Wind blowing my hair, sand in cracks and crevices I forgot about.
With the sea’s cerulean beauty and rhythmic cadence invokes moments of introspection and wonder. The sea is a sanctuary of peace and inspiration. I leave an offering of seven pennies, brown sugar, and white candle broken in seven pieces, some perfume and ask to be kept in the mantle of the sea's protection.
Watching the powerful waves makes my petty concerns and worries fade into the horizon.
As the sun descends, the night swiftly envelops the water akin to an indigo window shade.
The lifeguards and most visitors have gone home. Time for me to go too, refreshed, rejuvenated, renewed. I have been blessed by the sea once again.
Georgia
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