I am thankful for the ocean. When I am in great need of wanting to feeling better – emotionally, physically or spiritually – quite often my mind kicks into autopilot. I safely land at the beach and find childhood memories of me and my big brother. We laughed and screamed together as we caught wave after wave on the surf-matts that my father rented for 25 cents. Memories of when I became old enough to drive myself to the beach with my friends. Even more blessed memories of taking my son to the beach. Making sand castles. Collecting sea shells. Teaching my son how to skip rocks along the top of the water the way my father had taught me. Surfing lessons with my son as we laughed and screamed together when we finally caught our first wave and stood up on our big longboards on small waves. And bike riding along the strand with my son – until he became old enough to drive himself to the beach with his friends.
I am thankful that the ocean will wait for me until my body heals. I can rely on the ocean. It is my sanctuary. It is my joy. It is my spiritual connection. And until that time arrives when I am able to make new memories and drive myself to the beach for the day – I will quietly smile to myself as I enjoy my life long memories – and for this, I am thankful.