I’m going back to the beach today. Not only because I want to, but because I must. I need to see the water, I need to feel the sand under my feet. I need to hear the waves crashing into the pier and I need to listen to the surfers speaking of their love of living.
I thought I brought it home with me, er I thought we brought it home with us. But it’s not here. There were some very special, private things I thought were gone forever, but I found at the beach. I really thought I had them all gathered to bring back home. In all of the frenzy of gathering up to leave, it must have been forgotten in the chaos.
I know everything will be fine, because I had it when I was there. I tried to bring it back. I thought I had brought it back, but I see now that I didn’t. Leaving it there isn’t an option for me as it saved my intimate self and I see now a huge part of me was dying without it.
At the beach I was whole again. What the universe had taken from me, the beach gave back. And now that I’ve been reminded of its importance, I see how necessary it is and how detrimental the effects of losing it are.
I’m not sure how I’ll get there and I’m not sure how long it will take, but this time it’s not a vacation it’s a matter of survival.
When you’ve lost something so dear, so precious, and you are fortunate enough to have it given back to you, don’t take it for granted. Don’t assume it will just follow you on it’s own. If you know how precious it is, then you know you must not lose it again. I suppose half of the secret here, is that you must be aware. You must be aware of what’s lost, so that you will be aware when it’s found. Because if you don’t recognize it’s importance, it’s impossible for you to hang on to it. Most importantly, always remember to keep your eyes and your heart open, pay attention to more than just the obvious, pay attention to the details. Because what may seem trivial at the moment, could be the lifeline later on.
I’m going back to the beach, because I know I must.