This is not a post about travel tips and summertime summaries. This is a post of a different sort. We decided to take our family vacation this year in August, on the Cape. The end of August is always a hard time for me. It nears my brother’s birthday. My brother has been very sick for a long time. August is when I often reflect on things, and this year I feel that the beaches on our vacation spoke to me.
This is what they said…
The calm waters of Dennisport Beach were warm and inviting. I got lost in my ocean swim there. It was nice to get lost for a little while. I walked back to the shore and felt a crab pinch me along the ocean floor.
Don’t always trust the surface, something may be hidden beneath.
The Lighthouse Beach current was strong. It was an active channel that pulled the water out, into the open ocean beyond. I decided to run against its current. I felt the natural force of water against me, constantly pushing me away. My strength was challenged several times, but I was determined to get back to my husband and son.
Life will give you obstacles, but you will find your way.
Nature’s fury was on display at the Nauset Lighthouse Beach. Freezing waters, huge surf, and big stones were some of the challenges of this National Shoreline wonder. I was determined to test my strength, yet again, and go out into the rough waters. I thought I was strong enough, but I was proven wrong. A wave knocked me down and its icy hold was shocking as the big ocean stones spat at me, with vigor. It was a humbling experience, so I sat and listened to the ocean speak. As the waves crashed down, it grabbed a hold of the stones along the shore and dragged them back into itself. This rhythmic yin and yang reminded me of thunder and rain, in a brewing storm. Amidst the harsh waters was a family of seals, curious and playful, as they swam with ease.
Beauty is found in the most difficult of times.
We arrived at Chapin Memorial Beach to find powdery white sand and calm waters. Soon after we settled, I started to notice a sandbar immerge from the middle part of the ocean. It then quickly became a surface of scattered pools, filled with sea-life, within its murky sand. Some people complained. Some people left. We decided to get up and walk to the new ocean shoreline about a quarter mile along the ocean bed. How strangely satisfying it was to swim out in the middle of the ocean just beyond the obscure sandbar at our feet.
Change can be sudden, but life’s challenge is how you choose to adapt.
The Red River Beach, proudly, lived up to its name. A great balance of waves and warm water were its pluses, but the red tide was thick and unwelcoming. I did a lot of reflecting, from my beach chair. The warm soft sand at my feet and my husband by my side, was a comforting way to end this week. I watched my son play within the waves – completely unfazed by the red tide. He dove in. He swam. He smiled and laughed. He threw seaweed. I have a lot to learn from him.
Go along with whatever life gives you and find your happiness.
Beach cabins are notorious for nautical sayings and trinkets. I hadn’t noticed the one hanging in our bedroom until the day we were going home.
It too, like the ocean, spoke to me. Because at every beach we visited I collected a single shell to take home. I carry them around with me through this tough time, and I am reminded of the lessons I learned in the reflections of the water.
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