This morning I dropped my daughters to school and drove straight to Ocean Beach. Can I tell you how much I love the beach? I can't, because even words have their limits. But I'll try.
No matter the weather, sunny or gray, the moment I reach the point in the sand dunes where I can see the white crests of the waves, my spirits lift. I stop, arrested. The sheer beauty of the sky, strand, and ocean holds me stock-still. My mind, like a camera, drinks in the image. I want to take the ocean with me when I leave, and look on it again whenever I need to. That mental picture is my reminder of the majesty of this world and of my capacity for joy.
The ocean makes me feel small, a speck in the universe. I'm reminded not to take myself or anything else so seriously. Everything is fleeting.
The ocean makes me feel happy, incredibly happy. I can't look on it, listen to it, or fan my toes through it without smiling.
The ocean makes me feel grateful. Grateful not just for my glorious surroundings, but for so much in my life. I'm truly blessed, and all too often I have a hard time remembering that. The ocean whispers right into my heart: give thanks.
Today, do something magical for yourself. Go for a walk in nature, breathe big, and look around you. I mean really breathe and really look. I promise you won't be disappointed.