We have a beach that we go to that we call our ‘Bad Weather Beach’. When the sky is overcast or windy, we know that this is the best place to be. The surf is rough, with crashing waves and lots of wonderful treasures wash up on the golden sand. We find driftwood, shells and sea glass. I can collect.
Today, we arrived at high tide. K climbed the sand dune to survey the scene.
She was quickly followed by her little brother.
Down to the water to take in the freedom of the open space.
To feel the energy of the ocean.
To smell the salty air.
And then their game begins – their favorite beach game… Dad and his girl. It’s called ‘Running the Waves’. They follow the retreating wave, holding each other’s hand for courage. They are excited, waiting in anticipation for what they know will come.
And then the wave crashes on the shore. A loud, thundering explosion of sound and they turn and run, as fast as they can, desperate to escape the foamy, bubbling water.
It nearly catches them, but they are fast this time, they beat it. They feel powerful and whoop in excitement as they follow it back to race it again.
Little Brother feels brave enough to play too.
Often the sea is quicker. She catches them and envelops them in her frothy love.
They get wet. They get naked.
They laugh, they sparkle, they feel so alive that surely this will be a memory they keep with them into the sun.
You fill my heart to the brim, my sandy children.
Blessings and magic,