After wrapping up all the Thanksgiving cooking and Black Friday shopping, a day of relaxation was needed! My husband, Bryan, and I drove out to one of our favorite spots to walk the empty and peaceful shoreline along Fort Morgan.
It’s a hidden treasure that’s off the beaten path, no condos and only a handful of homes. The treasures; shells, driftwood, washed up items of every sort, are basically untouched and footprints along the white sand are few.
I love it here.
We walk picking up the treasures that capture our attention, sit and listen to the waves, watch the birds and crabs, and breathe in the freshness of the salt air. My body and mind slow from the hectic pace and I remember the reasons why we wanted to move here so badly. The Beauty around us is refreshing, it restores our energy and eases the tensions of busy schedules. It’s the best kind of therapy and it’s free!
We look at the animal and bird tracks left behind and try to imagine what was there, a beaver, a coyote, a hermit crab, hungry seagulls? The tiny and medium prints left behind tell a story as do ours. Sometimes side by side, other times apart as we are distracted and wander interested in some type of object, or they disappear where we’ve journeyed toward the surf and into the waves.
Life is like that only we don’t notice the tracks we’re leaving behind. They are mostly invisible but some shine like the sun. Those moments when we took time to be kind to others, did an unselfish act, gave encouragement to a hurting person. Every single day we have a choice about what type of tracks we leave behind.
I’ve decided to live each day as a beautiful day, savoring the beauty around me and making sure I make someone else’s day beautiful as well. It’s not easy, it’s hard. It’s hard to be unselfish, to take second place, to keep your mouth shut unless something good’s coming out, to be humble, grateful and peaceful, it’s hard work.
But I believe it’s worth it like finding all the treasures we find on our beach walks. To some, our treasures probably look like trash, but what a wonderful thing to find beauty in something ordinary. Something washed and rolled in the turbulence of sand and drowned in the depths of the sea only to turn up on the white sand, smooth and polished.
That’s us. We are tossed and turned in the storms of life, but those same chaotic times are the moments where we are changed from ordinary to beautiful treasures.
Embrace your trials and troubles and know that these are the BEAUTIFUL DAYS not to be wasted.
Also published on Medium.