Last Friday I had a soul lifting experience. Nope, nothing extraordinary. I didn’t trek to a shrine in Nepal. I simply went to the ocean with my daughter-in-law and my canine companions. I haven’t been to our sea shore in as long as I can remember. Such a simple thing and so close yet I never made it happen.
It was an overcast day and very windy. We parked in quaint downtown Watch Hill and walked along the inlet and up over the dunes. Colby’s nose was in the air, smelling the salt on the wind. He raced to the water’s edge and darted back when the waves came in. He gradually became more daring and eventually did a bit of body surfing. Kirby raced up and down the beach, running through the water as it reached up the shoreline. He learned a life lesson after attempting to chase a flock of gulls out to sea. Fortunately the waves brought him back to me!
I had the most fun. I took off my shoes and stood in the water, arms outstretched, chin up and eyes closed. The wind whipped around me, the sound of the pounding surf after recent storms made me feel smaller, unimportant and yet powerful and free. I felt the tension drain from my body and be replaced by a sense of peace.
We walked the beach for a while then sadly turned and made our way back to the car. The dogs were exhausted. Dawn and I were relaxed and happy. I can still close my eyes and smell the salt, hear the wind. We’ll go back soon.