Growing up on an island was very trying. There were times I wanted to just pick up and ship out to the city and live the exciting life. I never truly appreciated the beauty of where I grew up until I left. After living in two major cities, I have been given the chance to see the beauty in my surroundings. Part of why I chose the catch phrase, “the art of creative living” was because I wanted my readers to see the beauty in all that surrounds them. Before we know it, life can pass us by and we missed some of the finer details.
I come from the beach. It’s within me. It’s a part of me. It’s in my being. I love the ocean. The feel of the sand on bare feet. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore. The smell of seaweed in the air. The horizon, seagulls, piping plovers, sea bass, shells, rocks, seagrass and everything else that goes along with being at the beach. The peace one can find at the shore is incomparable to anything else. I’ve been blessed with the luck of being born at a part of such a wonderful place.
The next time you find yourself at the beach, take the time to reflect. Go inward. Maybe bring some coloring books along and draw. Get creative. If all else, all you need is a towel, sunblock and some shades. Just lay out and enjoy the vibes. I rarely see hellish, stress laden people at the beach. It’s a great place to ground yourself. Just bury your feet in the sand and think of being centered and one with the earth. It’s amazing. Even better, dip into the salt water and cleanse yourself. It literally is a refresher that can take away some the ick, weight and messiness that regular reality can bring. Try it sometimes, you won’t regret it.
