Saturday, February 1, 2020

Gifts from the Sea



 Today, a month later, I walked outside again. When I drive over to the beach, I enjoy walking outside. Overall, anywhere, anytime I love walking outside in nature, but more than any other place, the wilderness of the Missouri Ozarks speaks to me, feels like home. When I’m there in Missouri, I tend to take walks outside more often, but I finally made it to Melbourne Beach this morning. I took a walk along the beach, hunting for seashells, snapping photos, and listening to the sounds of the seagulls and waves.


So far, this year has been rough. January was filled with too many anniversaries, and not the good kind. And too many conflicting emotions and too many new hurdles to handle. Not to mention too much work and too much time alone. It’s strange because I am an introvert who loves having time alone and loves several passive activities (reading books, writing, etc.); however, since losing Mom and becoming an “orphan,” I find it difficult to be alone for too long.

But today, I took a beach walk alone and found much to be grateful for. Even though it’s an overcast, gray day, it was gorgeous outside. The fresh breeze invigorated while the crash of the rolling waves refreshed. As I walked barefoot in the wet sand, I realized that everything is okay in this present moment. I left the beach feeling energized and even happy, and I am thankful for the gifts from the sea.  

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