The Beach

There is a beach in Mexico that is very small and guarded by two dogs and a yellow house...The rocks around this beach are round and black and made of a pumice of some sort and when you walk across them, they take care of the bottom of your feet and make sure you don't have any dead skin left.  The sand is warm and a tinge of yellow and the water is a strong Pacific blue with a white creamy froth that whips around in the wind and spray and the occasional large wave will push further in than expected.  The weather is perfectly humid and hot and the sand sticks to your legs from the constant sweat and a beer always tastes good.  This beach is still there, and will always be there, constantly changing with the tides and the wind, and the storms and the world.  The crabs running and scurrying over the rocks will go about their daily routines and the birds will hunt and the dogs will bark.  This beach will forever be in my memory as the beach of real life and first steps and of happiness.  I have always intended this blog to be my innermost thoughts but also not quite the public place to share all things, so there are some of you who know what this beach symbolizes and some who don't and I find that comforting....for life is sometimes about keeping sacred things sacred and not making them to common.  Let's just say that life is beautiful and amazing and bigger than I can imagine.

Love and Understanding.