tomorrow is a new day. The tide is HIGH in Harwich Port at sunrise, so i wont be able to walk the beach, as its under water when its high tide. I could get in the car and go to a different beach, but that is MY beach you see. Its my routine to get up 2 hrs prior to leaving and enjoy the silence of this old house as it creaks and settles, not silent, but silence. In the distance from the other room i'll be able to hear my husband snoring peacefully (i wouldnt have been peacefully sleeping with all that snoring--sorry my dear) and the gurgle of the fishtank where our very large and old goldfish swims about begging for food. I turn on the electric kettle and take my vitamins, stretch high up to the ceiling (i am 6'1 so this is not a real stretch you see) bending and stretching my legs and back (only 3yrs since i had 2 back surgeries) and ready my bicycle bag with bottles of water, protein bar, banana and a plastic bag for the trash that will inevitablly be laying on MY BEACH. LITTER! it disgusts me how lazy humans are when it comes to what they dont want. they just drop or throw it wherever. That includes their dog's mess too! they pick it up in a baggie, then leave it on the beach???? WHAT??? WHY??? take your poop with you! why put it in a plastic bag to get washed into the ocean? you'd be better off throwing just the poop out to sea. UGH. sorry i got distracted by litter. anyway. then air up my tires just to be sure they have not softened because i have ridden my bike with a soft tire and IT SUCKS! A little bit of "MASS MEDIA" so called NEWS on the TV then teeth brushed sneakers on and off I go. GOsh i wish the tide were not going to be high in the morning. I would really really like to go to sunrise. Have i told you that when i am the ONLY person on the beach that early in the morning, the only footprints other than mine are the coyotes or deer or rabbits or ????. Have i told you that i SHOUT at the top of my voice to God thanking him for the day, for letting me wake up and for giving me the eyes to see with. the ears to hear the ocean and the sense of smell so that i can savor the salt air? I wish you could walk along beside me. You would never be the same. You would go back to your daily life, changed just a little for having had the sand between your toes, the salt air in your nose and the wind on your face.
I had a rough weekend missing my dad. Its only been a week ago yesterday that God called him to Heaven. But tonight, sitting here, thinking about tomorrow and what a new day brings... I am at peace. Knowing that Dad is no longer suffering on this Earth. I hope you too are finding some kind of PEACE.
LOvE & HUGS,