Do you ever go to the beach? We don't live near an ocean, being almost dead center in the North American Continent, but there are rivers in the vicinity.
Our beach isn't very big, but we like it. It's free, for one thing. Then there's the convenience of being able to sit and read on ground that's soft compared to the concrete that surrounds the swimming pools.
The water lures the kids and they bring me collections of pebbles, fallen feathers, and tiny snail shells.
I don't know. There's just something about it that clears my mind and lets me relax. The children love it. The company's good, fun, and easy-going.
For a long time I never even thought about going to the beach; once I did, we were hooked. Now we wait for the weather to get warm enough. It doesn't have to be warm enough to swim, just warm enough to be outside without parkas and mukluks. Basically that means as soon as the ice is off.
If you haven't been to the beach lately you maybe ought to try it. When the sun glitters off the ripples and a little breeze comes out of nowhere; when the children find beauty and joy in a simple pebble; life kind of stops and records the joy for future reference.
You never know when you're going to need a moment of joy; it's good to know those moments are right there in the library of my mind, easy to get to when I need them.
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