Saturday, March 8, 2014

There's Something Magical About the Ocean

By Mary Kennedy

After spending two weeks in Ft. Lauderdale, I'm more in love with the ocean than ever. We always stay at the same beachfront condo and as soon as I hear the crash of the waves and the cries of the gulls, I know I've come "home."

Metaphorically at least. My permanent home may be in the northeast, but spending time at the ocean in Florida takes me off the merry-go-round, away from deadlines and responsibilities. I listen to the sound of the surf, walk for miles along golden sand and I no longer feel like I'm running in front of a train.

Since we're just a few yards away from the water,  the sound of the ocean is like a soundtrack to our days and nights, always playing softly in the background. In the evening, it's relaxing to open the glass doors to the balcony and let the sound of the surf drift in, lulling me to sleep.                                               
Somehow, problems seem to dwindle when you're in the presence of something so powerful and so beautiful. The ocean was here before we arrived and will be here when our time on earth is finished.  Do you have a favorite place, a refuge, that restores your soul and makes you feel like you've come home?
Mary Kennedy