As a child, when I had a wound, my grandmother would send me to the ocean. "The ocean will heal that!" A cut surely stings wading out into the salt water but it does seem to mend quickly. Perhaps the healing is psychological. The fun of the surf making you forget your scrape. Maybe its more. This week we had the full moon overhead. It lit the ocean remarkably. Thunderstorms blew in briefly and gave vivid light shows. Tides swelled and the ocean gave both lulling calm and thunderous waves without explanation for the ocean’s mood swings. Great forces were at work. And magical times for long lasting memories.
We have not had a family vacation since the last week of December 2000. This was a much needed break. Time to go home now.
ps. We only got referenced as "The Griswold’s" once.
is supposed to be excellent on teaching meditation. I have the book but have never applied its lessons. I have other books but I think learning meditation could be something that requires a mentor. Of course, I tend to overlook the one thing that puts me into a trance and brings calm faster than anything else and that is juggling. For me, juggling is nirvana. Perhaps I should just juggle every evening before bed.
