I’ve never given for granted my proximity to smelling and seeing the Pacific Ocean. Often times this becomes a palpable essence, in particular when speaking with east coasters or new pals I meet from various regions in the country. I consider myself lucky to just get to the ocean when the world hurts. News, and what we as humans are capable of doing to each other, is infuriating. Heading to the ocean, may feel at least to me, like the least one can do to seek a moment of perspective, quiet, and solitude – even for just a couple of minutes.
I love this abundant body of water so much and deeply appreciate the ocean’s strong foundation it has within me, it has witnessed highs and lows. Constantly influencing a patient and respectful approach to the everyday.
It listens to questions that may not have an answer, conversations only heard by the ocean breeze.
Throughout my twenties the bicycle was the peace of mind I sought after on a daily basis, but the peacefulness that nature provides, in particular its lifelong dose of sea layer, has intensified and thus placed itself on a different mental category in the last couple of years.
As in life, one may get to know the ocean’s tide patterns, get comfortable.
But it is rather wise to not be easily fooled and underestimate its power.
Do you have any special place from your home state (or your adopted one) that receive your constant admiration? Would love to hear it, if you’d like to share.
My native coastal Baja+Californian pride continues to extend – If at all possible 🙂
Have a great week ahead.
/ The Pacific Ocean: fotos above from the weekend in Cambria (and first visit!) alongside a group of great gals.