Beach Musings

The sea shore inspires me. When I am at the beach, my mind tends to wander. Some days, the thoughts roll in like the waves washing up on the sand. Other days, ideas are like wispy clouds on the horizon, drifting along in blue skies.

Please enjoy the following short musings on the mystery and wonder of a life lived close to the beach.

A Grain of Sand We went to the beach the other day. That is not an unusual occurrence. In fact, I think I'll go later on this afternoon as well. Any day at the beach is special; but some stand out more than others. Read the rest...

Stubbing My Toe  I went to the beach again the other day. Not an unusual event in and of itself. I go to the beach every second or third day. What was unusual about this particular visit was that I stumbled across a small tear in the fabric of reality. Literally stumbled. Here is what happened; I'll leave it to you to decide what it means and how to classify it. Read the rest...

Beach Glass  It was a Saturday afternoon; just another day at the beach, this time for a pig roast. It was a charity gig; a fundraiser for the Salybia Mission Project. 97% of attendees were Ross Medical School Profs or students. The music is an eclectic mix of Marley, Mariah and Matthews. Read the rest...

Hourglass  I met a man meandering along the shore. 'How far is it?' he wanted to know. 'Depends on where you are going', said I. 'Just wandering', he said. 'Then, you are already there.' said I. 'To the end of the beach is what I meant. How far is that?' he replied. 'About a mile,' I said, 'but you are headed the wrong way.' Read the rest...

Walking the Talk  Just about every morning, I go for a walk. One of my routes is down from our house to the beach, then up to the top of the hill by the cell phone tower, then back down to our house. It's about a 2 mile trip and a pretty good cardio workout. Yesterday it was also a trip into another reality with a mental workout. Read the rest...

Life's a Beach  Once again I find myself at the beach, strolling at water's edge enjoying the warm sand beneath my feet. As I am wont to do from time to time, I find myself musing about the wonder of it all and Blake comes to mind. "To see the world in a grain of sand"? Read the rest...

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