Time at the beach just does something for the soul. The ocean, the sand, the smell of the fresh sea air. Long walks & good books. It’s a reset–paced to the ebb & flow of the waves, all wrapped up in a healthy vitamin D bath. And it’s good for puppies too. Since vacation is not vacation if we can’t take the 4-legged babies with us, a dog friendly beach is a must and Alabama has one we and the pups love. Jerry at the beach is a joy for the eyes. He pulls towards the water and the sand dunes like a husky running the Iditarod in Alaska, then drops to one shoulder and rolls like a wrestler, twisting on his back until he is coated in white sand like a little coconut shrimp about to go into the fryer. Have you ever seen a dog do a forward somersault? Jerry’s got it down. Olivia on the other hand, chooses to watch him from a distance like the proud adopted mother dog that she is. Either that or she thinks he’s just plum crazy! No matter what either of them is thinking, watching him reminds me that I need to do things for the pure joy of it once in awhile. We all get so busy living that we forget to ‘live’! So take some time every week to roll in the sand, sit on a rock, lie down in the grass–whatever it is that makes you feel alive and connected to this big blue spinning ball we’re all riding on together.
Being at the beach for a week was not just a refresher for the spirit, but also for the palate. Fresh seafood! It’s what I’m closest to. Growing up near the ocean, fresh shrimp and oysters were a part of how we ate every week. Our holiday meals and favorite foods were all seafood related. I never knew you could walk into a grocery store and buy frozen seafood, because we always got it fresh off the boat. And it was a seafood affair at our house with all the fixings–boiled new potatoes, corn on the cob, crab boil, fresh lemons, cocktail sauce, french bread. While I love living in Middle Tennesee with the hills and trees, I wish the ocean was closer for lots of reasons. If resetting the mind and spirit and enjoying some fresh gulf shrimp were not worth the 8 hour drive, then seeing Jerry wiggle and wiggle and wiggle in the sand definitely was. Joy alert–viewer beware.