Today is Day 3 of my time off from work. But it is the first day of the planned travels. No, I am not on the road trip I had wanted. But this is what I needed. When I started trying to plan the road trip I just could not coordinate all the things I wanted to do and the hours of operation of the places I wanted to go and the hours of driving. In my frustration I realized that as much as I wanted to travel east to those place that I am on the road for an hour and half every day commuting. I knew that a 5 or 6 day road trip like I was planning was not what I needed. I needed to spend time somewhere relaxing. When I let go of the road trip idea I knew immediately where I needed to start my time off: at the coast.
|Balcony view - isn't it grand?|
After I settled into the condo I took my notebook and pen outside on the balcony to write before a walk on the pretty much deserted beach. As I wrote I thought about what I had thought about on the drive down here - it was just a jumble of thoughts that I couldn't really sort out. What was I thinking now I thought. And I realized that it was nothing, just nothing. A true emptying of the mind. As I tried to write I realized that my mind would not think of the things I wanted to contemplate. It was emptying it self. It is as if first came the jumble of thoughts and then emptiness.
The only book I brought with me is Gift from the Sea written in 1955 by Anne Morrow Lindberg. I had read this before, but decided to pick up a used copy of the 2005 edition to bring with me. It is the perfect book for this trip. The first sentence of the book:
The beach is not the place to work, read, write or think.
The last sentence of the first chapter sums up today for me:
One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach--waiting for a gift from the sea.