Good for the Soul

Hello!

So, I have just returned from the beach and I am sure that it is good for the soul!

The ocean is amazing:

So strong; yet gentle.
So angry; yet calm.
So vast in places and so small in others.

The ocean is amazing:

It touches us in a place we hardly visit.
It connects us with creation.
It makes us feel very small.

The ocean is amazing!

It can rock and roll,
It can move in and out,
It can soothe the soul.

The ocean is amazing!

It calls to our inner being.
It woos us to come and see.
It lulls us to rest.

The ocean is amazing!

Yes, it is good for the soul.
It is wonderfully made.
It reminds us of our frailty.

I could not resist. I had no transportation and yet, I was driven. The tip of the island could not be more than a mile and a half....maybe two. I could do this. I took my camera and I started walking. I took a picture here and there. I stopped at a sea mail box and signed in. I could not see the end, but I knew it was there.

The wind was coming off the land. Not a good sign for me! Yes, the flies bit me and the mosquitos had a field day despite the drenching of deet. I kept walking and walking. Aha! I thought I could see the end of the island! Praise be!

Shucks, this was taking longer than I thought and where was the waterway to follow for my return? I had to circle back a little and finally found a beach access walkway. Thank you Lord.

I found pavement and realized I was in a private community with a security patrol and no trespassing signs posted. I could barely walk. It had been over 2 hours and I was still walking.

Yep, here he came, the security guard. Do you think he will take me to jail, this grandmother of 15? Maybe not. Unfortunately, I know no fear when maybe I should. Well, I usually just wave and act like I know what I am doing. So I waved and he slowed down and waved back. I kept walking.

Here he comes again! Don't look---don't look. I do not look and he drives on by only to stop and talk to some workman. Maybe I look like I work here.....oh, wait, the camera....dead give away and the hot and red face. Oh well, I kept walking.

The scenery was stunning with well manicured green lawns and wealthy homes. Beautiful. If only there was a bench or an electrical covered box so I could sit a while. The sun rose and I got hotter. I almost could not feel my legs.

Itch, itch, itch. Darn mosquitos! Darn flies! I hate insects! And I kept walking. I walked right past the security guard and out of the gated community. Poor guy...must have felt sorry for me. I was feeling sorry for myself! Oh for a drink of water (no, I did not bring any because then I would need a bathroom and there are none on a deserted beach.)

And I kept walking. I thought I might faint. I could feel sand hilled up under my toes. A BENCH! I sit and take off my shoes. I empty my socks and shoes and make a little mound of sand. And the mosquitos surround me and I want to cry. But, I get up and keep walking.

Ok, this has turned into an endurance experience in the heat. After 3 1/2 hours of walking, I finally arrive at the house where I am staying! Woohoo! Thank you God! Water! Air conditioning! Shower! Yeah!

I did it. I got a picture or two and I enjoyed the creation and even though this experience was not good for my out of shape body; it was definitely good for my soul and I am thankful!

Roberta

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