On Sunday I took photos of my cousin for her senior pictures at my favorite place.
I used my trustworthy Nikon d80 for those. But I stole a moment, pulled my phone out of my pocket and took some pics of my own. This was one of many.
It was a beautiful Southern Californian day.
Flannery requested a beach day so I could not resist. I packed a lunch, sun blocked the children, and headed out to my favorite ocean spot.
After Ernest did some crazy voodoo on the sand, we left after an hour. The sand kept plummeting us.
But it was still freaken fun as hell.
The sea gives and takes. A perfect relationship.
I have a fear of birds. Those little demons have sharp talons and piercing beaks that can peck out the the best of eyes balls or snap off a digit or two.
So as I’m chilling on the beach the other day this freak decides he wants to try to hand feed french fries to a flock of seagulls that gathered to prey on innocent humans.
Needless to say I was freaking out a bit. Because of the wind from the water was strong all they needed to do was take flight and hover. Almost over me. Waiting for the dumb human to stick out a fried potato.
It’s a cool shot, though.
A quick trip to my beach. My home ocean. So beautifully refreshing.
When I need to clear my head or go searching for answers, I head to my church. My house of worship.
I left the sunny skies of my homestead to the overcasting coastline.
Problem this time is that what is darkening my mood can’t be shook off as easily as most things. It’s got a hold on me that, at times feels like it dissipated, then at other times slams back into me.
I know it’s temporary. And my saving graceful sea helps. The love of my family and close friends has been a gracious welcome of support. To them, I will always be eternally grateful.
The ocean. It’s amazing the power she has over me.
Just being in her presence calms me. Her breath eases my tension. She hears me without me speaking. She takes my pain, hurt, anger and confusion and soothes me in a way that crying into a pillow can’t do.
So yesterday, Saturday, I went. And she was there for me in all her beautiful glory. And as always I left feeling much more calm and much stronger than when I arrived.
Thank you, ocean, for listening.
Even my flipflops are missing the beach today.
Guess where I was yesterday…
Some much needed writing time at one of my favoritest places.
