This morning in Faria Beach I write from a most unexpected place, the top of my RV. A place I am visiting for the first time in all of our years of travel. A place where today I am part of the ocean’s life force.
I have been drawn to the ocean since my days of swimming in my grandpa’s lake. The world underwater offered me endless creatures and a curious world. The mysteries of the ocean are so vast – creatures with unique looks, survival mechanisms, and behaviors. Such creatures hook my childhood wonder as I search for them among the rocks and salt water.
These are the moments I crave. Moments of time where I sit and take in the energy of the nature around me. Moments where I see how intricate creation is and how loving. I pause to take notice. I hold creatures in my hands and feel the cold sea water between my toes. I search out sea glass with fingertips and star fish in purples and oranges. The waves soothe the rough edges of my anxiety.
I “ooohhh” and “ahhhh” as the whales pass by spouting to the sky. Close enough to see the barnacles riding upon their backs, their large tales just beneath the surface. The dolphins play in numbers while the seals bob against the sea shore in singles. I feel alive.
I step out into the sand at night to see stars amid the darkness, with each white capped wave bringing surprise as it seems to appear from nowhere. The rhythm, the movement, the night breeze invites me to stay forever. I wish I could.
And so I soak in the last glimpse of the ocean from my fort by the sea.