The world moves in mysterious and unpredictable ways.
Seeing oneself reflected in the grand scheme of things can be quite a sobering experience. I donít have a church. I donít have a religion. The closest thing to a cathedral that I can call my own is the untrammeled beauty of natureís grandeur.
Where else is the raw and awesome power of nature more omnipresent and humbling than where the ocean meets the land? There is an undeniable energy there. If you listen close enough, I think, you can hear it bleeding off into everything around it.
There is a catharsis there, for me. It lies in the beating of the waves, or the impenetrable mystery of the deep blue. Iím not sure which, perhaps both. Being in the presence of it brings me a peace and pulls me into a place where I can deal with the sometimes-painful intricacies of my past.
So, thatís where fortune found me this weekendÖlaying in the sand at Huntington Beach, with my thoughts drifting out into the melancholy blue of the evening sky.
Damn you, redguard... I've been jonesing for the beach for the last few weeks, but it is 1500 miles from here.
There is a spot, not too far from HB, that I have visited for many years. If you have the inclination, I highly recommend it. Hell, I'm not using it.
Corona del Mar, southeast of the mouth of Balboa Bay. There is a main beach, but if you go a little further down from there, and down a very steep hill, there's another smaller beach. If you walk down the hill and continue across the sand beach, there are some amazing rock formations, where the cliff has been worn away. Some of the rocks are out in the water a bit, but can be reached at low tide easily. This is the spot I've visited many times over the years, and it always brings me peace.
For me, I think it was the stability, or the perception of it, of the rocks, even while surrounded by the constant chaos and change of the water. The birds would flock, and the waves crash, the tides rise and fall, but those rocks were always there.
Even the rocks, though, will one day wear away, the houses up on the cliff will fall, and new formations will arise, driven by the never ending, always changing ocean. But probably not within my lifetime. They've been one of the few constants in my life. But eventually, they will be gone.
One day, I'll go back there again.
Thanks for reminding me why.
Damnit redguard! Get out of my head! Unlike you, I've been at Corona Del Mar. I've been swimming with the sand sharks and sting rays (well avoiding the sting rays). However, I was at Huntington just today. My friend has just moved into a townhome about 5 blocks from the beach. I had a good time but I'll be spending my time at Corona Del Mar (5 minutes from UC Irvine where I'm currently residing and working). If you're in the area, you'll probably see me. I'm the dark guy with a bit of a belly, the old school yellow boogie board and black swimming trunks. Just look to the waters, I'll be there. Nice to see your hope has come back.
Wherever you see someone struggling to be free, you'll see me.
i was going through a tough time (seems as though im always going through tough times lately) awhile back...
probably the only thing that saved me from an inevitable descent into madness was a family holiday in fiji.
a week of snorkelling, swimming, tanning, lying in hammocks reading, and just general holiday fun, all made me feel like a new person.
everything seems so insignificant when youre surrounded by paradise, untouched beaches, clean waters, amazingly abundant flora and fauna. i felt one with nature, and at peace within the universe. sometimes ive found that the only way to escape those stresses brought about by people is to escape people altogether.
i used to spend days at the beach, days where i wouldnt see another human being for hours and hours.
i dont have the words to tell you redguard how much i appreciate your reminding me of those times...
just please know, that youve made my day that little bit more bearable