The world is all too much right now. I’m continually feeling the need for a recharge and a reset, and I find that nothing fills this wish like a getaway to the sea. If I could, I would begin and end every day with wet, sandy feet, with wind-blown hair, and with a walk along the beach. Some like the mountains. I prefer the ocean.
Maybe it’s the negative ions in the salty, humid air that calm my mind and lift my mood. Maybe it’s the gentle acupressure on the soles of my bare feet in the sand that grounds me and connects me to the earth. Maybe it’s the sound of the crashing waves that puts me in a meditative state and slows my own rhythmic breathing. Maybe it’s the memories of so many hours watching my children explore tide pools and fill endless buckets of watery sand that comfort me.
The peaceful soundscape, the consoling sights, the tactile pleasures of a barefoot walk, and the endless horizon of the ocean all remind me how fortunate I am to regularly visit a place of such calm beauty.
