Next month we are going to the beach.  When I imagine a beach it is sandy and warm with a breathtaking sunset.  Not everywhere the ocean meets land is like that.  Those cold, rocky edges seem to be called shores.  I imagine the shore as a wall to kkep the cold dark, stormy water at bay.

I go for my wife.  The beach renews her.  Ths sound of the surf, odd things washed ashore, the feel of sand in everything all take her back to some primal place.  All of that takes me to the shower in a futile effort to get all of the sand washed off.

Give me a mountain lake, the aroma of evergreen needles, the sound of fish jumping at dusk, the eerie cry of a loon.  Give me a sleeping bag redolent of my own musk and the odors of past vacations and the persistent scent of past campfires.  I want a tent that smells not of plasticizers, but of the needles and leaf litter and rich soil of other places like the one today.  Give me a place that brings back memories of a screech owl’s cry at dusk and the sight of an eagle rising from the water with a still struggling meal.

Give me toothy creatures lurking just past the firelight, not in the water.  Toothy creatures in the ocean terrify me.  I feel some kinship with those watching in the woods.

Some people find renewal in the stacks in a library.  Some find it at the symphony.  That’s all right.  The important thing is that we all need to find that thing that renews our soul.  It’s hard to say that this is a particularly bad time in history.  I can think of a lot worse.  But, it is a time when we have to search for hope.

Go to your studio and make something.

Work in your garden.

Write a novel.

Schedule  lunch with an old friend.

Find the thing that makes you feel whole again.

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Comment by Anna Herrington on September 4, 2017 at 4:20pm

Enjoyed this! You offer wise words and I've noticed with friends too more and more a turning to the natural world in some fashion, off electronics, I mean, for balance.

I, too, am a lake person, Rodney, but the Pacific coast/shore near us is so wild and .... beyond words, I've been won over to loving both. But swim? no. I did surf once upon a time, but felt like shark bait, all decked out in a black wetsuit, dangling on a board in their neighborhood... thoughts like that aided in my never really enjoying surfing that much, but visiting the coast is sublime.

'Write a novel.' Sounds so easy  ; )

Comment by koshersalaami on September 4, 2017 at 5:15pm

Like you, my wife finds renewal at the beach. Mainly I think it's the sound. I prefer mountains, though I like the beach. My wife doesn't walk for fun, so the mountains don't make as much sense. I have, however, crossed the bridge over the causeway to the Outer Banks and felt my blood pressure drop as I cross it. 

Comment by Rodney Roe on September 4, 2017 at 6:41pm

Anna, I've been to the beach/shore in Oregon.  It is beautiful for a number of reasons; it is not developed (I think a lot of it is protected) and it is so varied.  Huge rocks adjacent to sandy beaches and eroded rock pillars off shore make it really beautiful.  Wading is another matter.  The Japanese Warm Current isn't that warm.  I like the lakes like Odell and Crescent better better.

Terry, I think what it is called is more dependent on the region of the country than the nature of the land.

kosh, we always walk at the beach.  I like it best at dawn.  

I hope hurricane Irma turns off into the Atlantic, but it is not looking likely.

Comment by Rodney Roe on September 4, 2017 at 6:43pm

Oh, and Anna, I like your distinction; calling a friend for lunch isn't exactly equal to writing a novel...  It was about following your bliss.

Comment by Steel Breeze on September 5, 2017 at 4:34am

R&L....for me,it's alone in the woods,best at nite...

Comment by Rodney Roe on September 5, 2017 at 5:18am

Steel Breeze, I thought maybe you would say it was cranking a hemi.

I agree with you about the night woods.  I live in the woods and like to sit on my deck at night in the dark.  Strangely, I feel more relaxed and safer than with the lights on.

Comment by Steel Breeze on September 5, 2017 at 5:58am

Rodney,yeah,way back in my racing days.......but now,it's just the momentary break from the burden of human company that works......

Comment by Rodney Roe on September 5, 2017 at 8:06am

one more about car sounds and then I'll quit.  This was my idea of "that sound":

When I was a teen a friend had a Mercury that was "shaved, chopped and dropped" that purred.  Probably a Mercury  Eight, don't remember.  I just remember the sound.

Comment by J.P. Hart on September 5, 2017 at 8:16am

I am spinning two songs toward better days: Come Monday (Jimmy Buffet) American Tune (Simon and Garfunkel).

That's how I roll.
Good work, Rodney!
Comment by Anna Herrington on September 5, 2017 at 8:26am

Rodney, it's just that I *am* following my bliss, writing a novel(s)....

so easy. ha!  : )

I now drive a old 1988 BMW 325is -- the whole neighborhood hears me coming and going, pretty much, absolutely the best-sounding engine.... I love it!  And that car hugs curves on the road like no other. The perfect mountain-roads car (sans snow and winter), not to mention the perfect 'I'm not old!' car  : )

(It's my son's. He now lives right in SF and has nowhere to park it, so he passed it off to me. So. much. fun.)


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