gratitude-a-thon day 668: seeing the sea


I went to Crane’s beach yesterday. It was not very crowded. There was a breeze. The sound of the water made my blood pressure plummet into what must have been cadaver-isn numbers.

Normally, I get in a lot of beach time during Boston’s short summer. This year I have not. And yesterday, when I plopped my chair down, all of me seemed to relax into itself, the world seemed to recede back and the constant, rhythmic waves washed over my jumpy stressed out mind like the prettiest tulle veil.

When I’m at the beach, things make sense that don’t make sense when I’m not. Perspective is easier for me to befriend.

It seems to me I need some more of that right now. Before winter starts knocking on the door.

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