It's true - move to the beach and people will come. And come, and come, and come. I have loved every single minute with visitors both family and friends, and we've more company a'comin' in August and September. This is the longest I've gone without blogging in quite some time!
We've shared sunrises and sunset together, eaten our weight (and then some) in fresh seafood and amazing local produce, traveled the ferry multiple times, strolled charming beach front shops and explored historical areas. Each visitor brings something new to the overall beach experience. This is a joyful time I shall always remember.
My personal journey ebbs and flows like the tides. Sometimes I grow in great, repeating splashes and sometimes my growth curls into itself like a wave sloshes around in an eddy on the beach - going nowhere fast. That's okay for I recognize the patterns now. It's just part of the process.
Just like after each passing storm my personal beach changes. Sometimes I'm all wonky, going up and down like the back of a dragon. And at other times I'm flat, saving my sands for another day. At times treasures crowd my sandy feet arousing my curiosity while the next day the sea refuses to share. I've found fossilized white shark teeth, metal and wood from shipwrecks, the fossilized carapace from a sea turtle, corroded 50 caliber machine gun bullets and other items yet to be identified.
Today is the 2nd anniversary of the hubby's fall off a ladder. He is doing very well and we are counting our blessings today. Pop the cork!