“Today I have moved to the beach.
Book in hand, the water nears. Each word read is a new friend. And I am not alone. I am warmed by the sun at my back and the sand at my feet.
On this very day that I have moved to the beach, the colors all seem to have a burst of energy.
Today, I live here…where the blues seem bluer as they join the tan sands that touch the green grass that hold up the white porch on my yellow house…the same yellow that jackets the book I read, under the exact colored sun.
People smile and wave, as though I’ve always been here.
As pages turn, everything I had known about my so-called life is forgotten, yet I feel more myself than ever before.
Feelings come as easy as the wind upon my face. I am not certain that I changed and then moved to the beach or moved to the beach and changed.
But I know, with all the certainty that rests at my sand covered feet, that I have all that I need and just enough to wish for…and I am happy.
If you should need a friend, the sun at your back, or a fresh new story to travel into, you can look for me here. I shouldn’t be hard to spot. I’ve never been one to blend. But if tracks on the sand lead to a setting sun and a closed book, I may have moved on. I might not make it back, but I will always make it home.
And if you can find that, if you can share in that intrinsic quality that rests in blues and yellows and greens and tans, or all the words and worlds that lie ahead…or that door at the tip of my finger that touches the page, …
if you can find that place, (and “hurray”, I say, to anyone that makes it through)… then I will always be with you, with words and hearts wide open.
Today I have moved to the beach.”
I wrote this many years ago… and now joyfully, I’m living it. I was just walking the beaches of Corsica, listening to a book on my ipad… feeling the rhythm of the words and the waves and it was magical. Sometimes the magic jumps from the page… sometimes it stays in my heart… sometimes both… all good!