Lost on the beach

It's August and I've finally made it to the ocean. Summer has been full...too full to take any of my traditional day trips to find peace at the sea. I'm a terrible beach planner. I had this idea of driving to the shore after a day of trying to solve problems and after a week on a construction site and so I just left. Now I'm sitting in the sand with soggy Levis, a pair of Chuck Taylor's next to me, and my shirt folded on top of them. 

I'm happy as the clams once were that I plan to consume later with a strong beverage. 

As the waves kicked up on my legs (accounting for the soggy Levis) I thought about the last time I was here. It was a late night and I drove here, to this beach, with a mind and heart heavy with the issues in front of me. I took out my journal and wrote "I've walked as far as a man can without assistance". Standing on the edge of the world, I knew I had done everything I could do. 

As I sat in the sand watching a father play in the surf with his girls, I looked around and noticed that the problems I left here last year simply aren't here anymore. 

The sea took them away. 

 I'm scarred up a bit, but no longer broken. I still have fights to fight...but I've made it to the shore to say to the ocean "I've made it back again". It reminds me that I'll be back again as well to tell more stories. 

Ive come today filled with more desire than need. I've been feeling passions returning. I want all that can be lived in this life and to do love right. I want to keep feeling the sun on my back as I explore the depths of what it means to be human. 

And each year, I'll come back to this ocean to tell her what I've found.

And to say thank you.