If only I could capture the sounds, the smells, the beauty, the feel of the ocean and the magic that it does to my body, heart, mind and soul…

It’s magnificent presence is more than just a tangible salve to my senses, though.  Its power goes beyond the roaring waves.  The salty scent does more than tickle my olfactories.  Its beauty, though breathtaking, doesn’t just please my ocean-starved eyes.

It’s so much more than that.  Inspiration.  Motivation.  Restoration.  A natural muse.  So sensually stimulating, it brings all the senses together to combine into a different formation of creativity and thought.  As if the waves wash over my mind and clear it of all distracting debris, taking all obligatory thoughts and worries out with the receding tide.  The salt and sand with their rough grit, polishing and exfoliating any lingering rough edges of anxiety.  The continual white noise of water lapping and splashing and crashing, drowning out any thoughts that don’t follow its rhythm and song of peace and tranquility.

This is the place where a book can be read, devoured even, with no sense of what “must be done”.  Where a person can get lost in the script and become one of the characters in a make believe world for hours at a time.

Here is where solitude is welcome and not lonely.  Where silence is golden and not boring.  Where even in the company of others you can easily not say a word and there is no awkwardness in the quiet.  Just a shared savoring of something too rare to not fully enjoy.

Conversations flow freely and cease just as easily.  Once again mimicking the ebb and flow of the waves and tide.  Once-tight muscles relax.  Once-cluttered minds clear.  Once-strangling schedules disappear.  It’s no wonder that there is no sense of urgency in interaction or in isolation.

This is what “just being” feels like.

And it feels really, really good…