I hear the soft melodic roar before I open my eyes. My mind reluctantly releases the comfort of that altered dreamlike land of sleep and focuses on the comforting endless soft roar of waves caressing the beach. I remember, I am on an island. I hear the muffled voices of my children throughout the house as they stir in expectation of another day of life on an island. I walk to the sliding glass door, still in my cotton gown and open the doors to the cool morning breezes stirring the island inhabitants to life. The white sand and pounding waves beckon me to come and partake! God knew, I think, when He created beaches with soft white sand and the constant beating of waves against shore, that there would be those of us who would find comfort and renewing of our spirits by spending hours or days just watching and listening to the life and sounds of the beach. Even after just two full days of waking to the warm sunshine, the playfull seagulls, and the quiet strength of the sand and waves, I find my spirit finally relaxing and the creative juices beginning to flow once again
Month: April 2010
St. George Island, Florida
This morning I walked on the beach. Alone. It was amazing! The waves roaring up on the beach, continuously moving forward, yet the tide was receding. The sunshine warmed my face, and I felt myself humming praise songs. A lone seagull joined me, at first walking ahead of me at a safe distance, looking forward, pretending not to see me following. After awhile, he turned suddenly and circled me, walking quickly up and down the sand mounds of sand next to me, strutting his obvious agility. I continued along, enjoying the solitude, the sunshine and the sound of the waves on the beach. Still the seagull followed in and out, around, ahead and a safe distance. I decided to pretend he wasn’t there and sing aloud, releasing the peace and joy I felt inside. He stopped, looked at me and flew away. My singing must have been pretty bad!
I am confident I could live quite happy right here. This island is undisturbed by flashy tourism. No chain stores, no chain restaurants, and no red lights. Really! You drive onto the island at the heart of the “town” and you either take a left or right, straight ahead will take you through a lighthouse and into the Gulf! B. J.’s seems to be the restaurant of choice, serving up healthy pieces of pizza and coke. Papa’s groceries is the only option for forgotten grocery items or necessities. I love it….surprisingly enough.
It is all glorious! I finish this with one thought…”How can this life be permanent for me!!!” 🙂