Busy day today wrapping up a few things in getting ready for my return to classes. Still feels funny to say that & makes me slightly giddy! I know I’m a bit of a geek & will be kicking myself for doing this later when I am struggling to study or complete homework, but for now I’m just happy! The closer it gets to the first class the more I realize needs to be done.
- classes paid for: check
- parking pass: check
- ID & libray card: check
- books: check (& saved around $70 getting them online since the store is closed til Monday, even WITH shipping)
- get new insurance: working on that one. I HATE figuring out which medical insurance plan to go with.
- all the other crap “needed” to attend school: ……yeah…. working on getting all that stuff. So much could be helpful, but thinking old school – pens, paper.. with a dash of new school – memory stick. Who knows.
Already I am feeling like the nontraditional student. The faces on campus today certainly looked younger than me. Learned that you can now rent textbooks instead of buying them and they now make erasable highlighters! Guess things have changed a little since I was carrying around the books.
Part of me just wants to start already but another side says cherish these free moments. Soon I will be nose deep in books and working again on the side. Make memories while I can and live each second.
Which is why I am spending as much time as possible with this view
is there anything better than can be done in life alone that makes you feel better than relaxing on the sand with the sound of waves rushing on to the shore? Thankfully most of the time its still not crowded and the sound of the waves is all I hear other than the occasional engine of the lifeguard’s truck or today the sound of a couple of Ospreys passing by on route back to base. (I think those guys intentionally take the coastal path to scope the beach & who could blame them!)
I honestly think without the ocean, I would be insane. It has a therapeutic magic that is unlike anything else. At least for me.
With today being the 10th I thought it fitting to give some love back to the beach. To protect the piece of peace in my world. Plus I’m inspired by someone who is locally doing great things!
Amazes me at how many cigarette butts are left behind. Even when I did smoke, we never left the butts in the sand. You picked it up & took it with you. Obviously not everyone acts the same.
Thankfully there are people who are working hard to keep our beaches & ocean from being polluted with the trash left behind. Read a tweet today that at Wrightsville Beach, It Starts With Me blogger picked up NINE butts in about a second! Completely unacceptable. Currently there is a push to ban smoking on our local beaches. I understand that many would be upset by this, but when you aren’t respecting the beaches, I’m not sure you deserve to be smoking there.
Unfortunately this isn’t just a problem here. People are trashing our beaches everywhere. Check out a west coast view of the issue at The Daily Ocean blog.
Clearly if you see what they can do in just a few moments a day, you have to feel inspired to clean up after yourself when you visit!
There is only one type of butt that should be on our beach! – mine relaxing without seeing a piece of trash or smelling anything but salt water.
Hoping through the efforts she & her family are committed to, others gain a better understanding of the impact of such a seemingly small thing. May her actions inspire others to join in the process. I know it has me thinking more about what is in the sand. Perhaps next time I go out, I will take my own bag to collect trash and those pesky cigarette butts.
Maybe even take it a step further and join the local chapter of Surfrider Foundation. Certainly feeling like giving some love to the waters that make me feel so alive and ground me into feeling that in the middle of all that stresses me, I am there in that moment and I am as I should be.
Certain sounds just soothe. My grandmothers giggles & yes she could get them often. She would get tickled over the most random things and then everything would be silly. It over took her and she would be helpless to the laughter. Deep laughing to the point where the tears come to your eyes and you can barely speak. Skip that days ab work out because you are going to be feeling them. How anyone could possibly not join it was beyond me. You wouldn’t have a clue what started it, but it felt right to join in.
The ocean is similar. It mellows. Takes me to a place inside that still believes in happy endings, love and connections stronger than death. Comforts me in a way that feel esoteric. Heavenly. As if you have found the place where you venture into the outskirts of the after. You feel peace and forget worries since only your soul will live on. As long as you have a pure soul and can deal with your choices, you can find peace for a while. As if laying on that warm sand, feeling the sun’s rays, the body just slips slightly out of line with the spirit. Like the many kites flown on the beach, our spirits seem to feel safe enough to float & expand beyond our limits. How many great ideas have been discovered on those sands? How many troubles have been reevaluated only to see they really weren’t such a big deal to begin with once you remove the passion of the moment. Its just a magic that is beyond comprehension. Primal tie to our soul.
Even typing about it has slowed me down and made me think its time to sleep. Baxter has been snoring away by my side for a while and the birds have long gone “night night”. We will have to see who is going to be waking who tomorrow. For a change it may actually end up being one of them!
One night I will sleep on the beach.
I can only imagine the peaceful night that would be.