Calming Trips to the Beach

cropped-img_0590.jpgThis year I was lucky to go on two beach vacations. I’m a Pacific Ocean Girl by birth and in my heart, but the Sea of Cortez and the Atlantic Ocean were both magical to visit. All the oceans are one, so me, loving the Pacific Ocean, I love all the Oceans. Is the sea between Baja and Mexico proper part of that? Oh yeah, everything is a part of everything (!).

Being near natural bodies of water is so calming and soothing to me. I feel like the tide going in and out, the sound of the waves crashing, the wind, all of it is so healing. Imagine the sound of the waves right now…don’t you feel calmer? We all rush around and feel so stressed in our culture.  The wild water of nature reminds us that that is all illusion. There’s nowhere to go, nothing to do. Maybe look at some shells,  go for a swim, read a book, put your feet in the water, watch the sun set.  OR just do nothing.

These were taken in April 2014, Near San Felipe, Mexico on the Sea of Cortez. The tide goes out miles every morning. The first shot is in the early morning. The second two, later in the day, as the water crept up the beach. It’s the same place in all three photos, the water magically pulled in by the moon.

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In September we went to a wedding in Cape May, New Jersey. Before I met FH I had never been to New Jersey and had no idea how beautiful it is. FH has lots of relatives in Cape May, and it’s a wonderful place to visit. This was taken with my iphone on my birthday in September 2014.

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After Cape May, we did a little road trip to see friends in Virginia. Along the way we visited Chincoteague Island, Virginia, home of the famous wild ponies. Another really magical place on the Atlantic.

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  1. I spent a wonderful few weeks on Chincoteague The summer before my freshman year at the university. I stayed with my cousin and his family in a old 2 story house, no AC and no people. We played in the sand and surf, cooked, played bridge and drank wine. Tom was the wildlife manager at the time. His younger brother and my grandfather were with us. Sweet memories.

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