Mike gets himself off to the beach early most mornings. I am not so much of a morning person. I like to linger in my pj's over a cup of coffee and putter around the house a bit. When I'm ready, I walk the couple of miles to the beach, walk up the beach a mile or a bit more where I meet up with Mike out on his saunter.
I usually walk back with him and get a ride home, although if he is too involved in beach scavenging, I have been know to walk home again.
Yesterday was one of those impossibly gorgeous days. I realized after walking along the beach road and down a nearly deserted stretch of beach that I had been in a blissful, zoned out state for some time. The sun was nicely warm and the air at the beach was so soft on my skin. The sounds of gentle waves and birds calling had an almost hypnotic effect. The light sand, the blue sky, the expanse of aqua water--the colors were soothing to my soul. The smell of the beach and the nearly tangible taste of the salt air, the scruff of sand on my bare feet--every sense had been alerted.
It occurred to me that I was getting double benefit from this walk--physical exercise and the spiritual blessing of meditation.
I usually walk back with him and get a ride home, although if he is too involved in beach scavenging, I have been know to walk home again.
Yesterday was one of those impossibly gorgeous days. I realized after walking along the beach road and down a nearly deserted stretch of beach that I had been in a blissful, zoned out state for some time. The sun was nicely warm and the air at the beach was so soft on my skin. The sounds of gentle waves and birds calling had an almost hypnotic effect. The light sand, the blue sky, the expanse of aqua water--the colors were soothing to my soul. The smell of the beach and the nearly tangible taste of the salt air, the scruff of sand on my bare feet--every sense had been alerted.
It occurred to me that I was getting double benefit from this walk--physical exercise and the spiritual blessing of meditation.
I'm not a summer beach person, but I love it in winter, when it's warm, not hot, and even when it's cold. I like being there without the throngs of other people.
ReplyDeleteI have to admit your Florida life sounds appealing.
ReplyDeleteYou do have a rich life since the move!
ReplyDeleteI was in Pensacola once. That's all I know of Florida. Did you know the sand is much whiter and finer than California sand. It's like walking on sugar. Or so it seemed.
ReplyDeleteI am so-o-o-o jealous. I would love to live close to the beach. Lucky you.
ReplyDeleteI am tempted, very tempted, to think of trying such a life. In the meantime, I will live vicariously through you.
ReplyDeleteKeep that up and I will become really homesick. The winters are wonderful, those summers need some work.
ReplyDeleteThe Florida summers would take an adjustment and Vermont can be beautiful in the summer and fall. I feel like we have the best of both worlds right now. Yes, the white sand is lovely. I have been to Caribbean beaches on Abaco and Anguilla where the sand is like powdered sugar. The northern California up into Oregon coast is unbeatable for majesty though.
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