I love the water.
I grew up in northwest Arkansas, about five minutes from Beaver Lake, (Nelson’s Hollow branch, an undeveloped part of the lake.) Summers were spent there, swimming, drifting to the middle of the lake on our cheap Walmart air mattresses, fishing or skiing.
Before my dad got heavily into his drinking, after dinner we would load up and head to the lake. We three siblings, and maybe a cousin or two would ride in the back of the pickup truck. It was a dirt road trip and it never seemed anyone was worried about us falling out, even as we leaned over the bed of the truck trying to grab the small tree branches that lined the road.
I met Patty, who became my best friend for many years, because of a trip to the lake. They lived in the hollow. (Side note here: I found out many years later they lived in the same house my dad did when he was very young.)
As we drove by Patty’s house one day, there were four girls standing in the driveway. I remember asking my dad if we could stop and pick them up and take them to the lake with us. Lo and behold the next day we did! I was amazed. But now I realize my mom and dad already knew their mom and dad. We were all friends for many years. One of the sisters married my oldest brother, but they divorced many years ago.
When we got older we would pack a lunch, and carrying a six pack of Pepsi, in glass bottles, and would walk to the lake.
When I was 15 I went to visit my aunt and uncle in California. They lived in Inglewood, just outside of Los Angeles. They took me to the ocean, first time I had ever seen the ocean.
In 2006, 2014, and 2015, I went to the Oregon coast and in 2013, I was in Virginia Beach.
This is our second year to Gulf Shores.
Maybe it’s the vastness of the ocean that I find so mesmerizing. I am the same with mountains. I can’t stop staring at the mountains either. The mass these two wonders carry makes you feel insignificant. That only you could harness their powers, and what appears to be their ability to carry on their purpose without care, what you could accomplish. We would be unstoppable.
Instead we let the insignificant details of the day get in the way.
The water – my go to place for grounding.
What is your place? Would love your thoughts!