Saturday, March 20, 2010

Beach Trip, Refreshment for My Soul!

This post has been a long time in the making...meaning I have been dreaming of the Oregon Coast for the last 2.5 years. Today I actually got to breathe in the salty sea gusts as they came whipping across the sand towards me. It is incredible to watch an inch of water on the surface of sand rip across the shoreline. Sand, gale force winds, and incoming waves make for quiet the texture show of the water's journey across the sandy shore. Even in the wind, the beach was the greatest way to spend the first day of my spring break!

Though I really love people from all spheres, I have found that I don't so much understand city people, or farmers, but I get people who live near and subside by the ocean waters. Maybe this has to do with the fact that I grew up enjoying the wild waters of Alaska sailing, beach combing, and hiking. I felt at home and invigorated today, so much so that I couldn't stop running along the shore through the water. I can't believe what a few hours there did for my soul. This summer, I will be living on the Chesapeake Bay teaching sailing and working with inner city kids. I can't believe it, a gift of a lifetime. I'm alive (even more so) it seems when I dance and twirl by the ocean's curls. I can see the Creator's imagination and love overflowing in the ebb and flow of the ocean tides and the small tidal pools filled with urchins, star fish, and sand dollars. Below are some pictures from our wonderful excursion.

Look! A sand dollar! And it is alive. Don't worry, I quickly put her back after introducing myself.

This tree has been shaped by the sea breeze. A mighty wind shapes these branches and they are uniquely made. Isn't that like us?
Julie is my awesome housemate! What would I do without my adventuring friend.
Yes, I have my AK boots on with a dress! Thanks to a good friend for the boots!
Lunch time. Can you say sandy baked asparagus? (We retired early from lunch and washed the sand off our asparagus for a later meal.
Something about the sea breeze that says, "Run! Dance! Jump up and down!"

I'm a fan of the buoys in the trees!

And maybe, feet. I like to be kept on my toes, or maybe that is just a habit from growing up pretending I'm a prima ballerina.