Do you ever have, ‘one of those days?’ Weeks? Perhaps months?
I don’t know about you, but chronic life can take a whole lot of effort… even if you’re in bed and/or working from home. When I need to get out and decompress, the beach is my go-to. The crash of the ways, the privacy, the scent of salt water… there’s nothing more rejuvenating for me than a great beach.
Wait. I take that back—there’s also the option of a great spa, but you see where I’m headed.
Ocean of Angels.
Malibu is my heaven where I drown my scars. My spirit is at rest when I descend to the private beach where the waves nearly reach the house during high tide. Even with bad lungs, there’s a distinctive change in my strength. Running is suddenly possible, even if it’s for a short while. I’ll swim, surf and take Mr. Flamingo out and let the waves guide us in. I’ve become a kid again, if only for a few hours.
My silent prayer is simple: ‘At least you’ll always have Malibu.’