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  • Then the tide rushes in
    And washes my castles away

    Moody Blues, from “A Question of Balance”, written by Ray Thomas
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    Yesterday afternoon, after we arrived from our day of travel, having arisen at 3:30 a.m. to catch the 4:30 shuttle to the airport, flew a couple hours, got a car at the airport and took a long, leisurely drive across state and down the coast to our home away from home on a beach in the middle of the Atlantic Coast in Florida (Vero), got some lunch at a great deli in town, checked into our room, lounged by the pool for awhile, I took a nice, long walk on the beach.

    It’d only been about a month or so since we were down at Virginia Beach, but the steady, rhythmic sound and feel of the waves pounding the surf, ever coming in, ever washing up and disappearing into the sand leaving only it’s white, disappearing foam and a darkening of the sand where it’d been, all produced the loveliest music my soul has known – at some point, my soul let down its guard, and whispered, “Home” to my spirit, which smiled and delighted in getting lost in all of the sensations of simply being here, to be a part of this.

    Earlier, there had apparently been a sand castle building competition, and I stumbled onto a number of pretty formidable constructions, walking among them, feeling like an alien invader who has discovered the ruins of an intelligent species that fled upon the news of my coming. I was careful not to disturb any of the wondrous signs of civilization, as I made my way along the line of where the water kissed the sand, losing all track of time and ambition, just melting into the moment, feeling like a part of eternity.
  • I arose at 4:15 this morning, tried falling back asleep, though I’d had a good 6 ½ hours by then, finally knowing for sure that I was up. After some stumbling around, fixing my first morning cup, looking for a good spot for morning quiet time, I was drawn back down to the beach. The sky was brilliant with a stunning half crescent moon lighting my way, and more stars than I’ve seen in aeons, all reflecting off the waves rushing in, lighting them up, giving the sea foam a radiant green shine, welcoming me back.

    The castles were all gone now, washed away, taken back by the neverending pounding, the inevitability of time and sea, but remain forever imprinted on my brain, raising my psyche to an appreciation of the effort it took to build them, to leave them there for me to find, to lend themselves, if nothing else, to this simple story of a day on the beach, an escape from the stresses of day to day living, but not really an escape, rather more like an inevitable falling back into who I am, where I’m from, and where I belong.

    Right here – in this moment. All around me is dark, save that brilliant sky and what little reflection it casts upon the scene in front, and all around, me – but inside, a light is slowly coming back on, recharging, revitalizing, reengaging my spirit into the rest of my being.

    That is what vacation is all about for me. This is why we try to go at least once every three months. It never seems to really matter where – just as long as it’s somewhere that we can find that center, that spot that whispers, “home”. It’s good to be back.
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