...blue again like morning.

“Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning. ” 
~ Pablo Neruda


Last weekend, we set off on a seaside adventure to Southern Shores, NC. Our good friends, the Kachers, had found this incredible deal for a beach house, and we decided to go for it. Little did we know, our adventure was about to start a lot earlier than expected, as it involved a "fell asleep at the wheel" incident that left us both a bit shaken and convinced of divine intervention. 

Arriving in the wee hours of the morning, we were greeted by Bonnie, and a sleepy Piper, unloaded the car, and crashed. The next morning, after breakfast, we grabbed our beach gear (a camera, a book and sunscreen), and walked about 3 minutes down a shady path, up some wooden steps, and could hear the sea roaring at us. 

I had not yet seen the ocean but my soul leaped for joy just to hear the crashing of the waves and its noisy welcome. We reached the top of the stairs and the picture you see above, was my first look at this beautiful, powerful, creation.

 I love the sea! 


Despite the fact that I cannot really swim, I love the ocean, the water, the waves, the sand, the surf, the sea shells, the crabs, the smell of the ocean, and so much more. Combine this passion with the fact that we had the beach all to ourselves, with not another soul in sight— it made this reunion of soul and sea much more special than I had even dreamed about. 


The minute my feet hit the sand, all other movement, sound, people, became instantly muted, and I approached the sea with an open heart, taking in long, deep gulps of air—and it thundered its welcome. Its waves rushed into that hole in my soul, filling it with cold, refreshing comfort—reconnecting, flowing freely, making me whole. I have always had a relationship with the ocean—unlike any other. 

Its ability to wash clean the clutter that fills my brain, body and soul is 
instant, swift, and complete.

It was perfect, and for a long, suspended moment...I felt perfect.

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  1. GORGEOUS pictures and oh my gosh! Are you guys ok?!?! I want to hear more details about this crash!

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    1. Thanks, Chels! I loved every minute of being on the beach. We didn't crash into anyone and it was over in a few seconds, but we almost crashed into the concrete wall on one side of the freeway, and miraculously escaped with just a busted tire, and a bruised knee. So all's well that ends well :)

      We missed you at church today! See you soon!

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