My Mom died at the beach. It was here favorite place on earth. She had an aneurysm. I find such great solace in knowing the ocean was the last sound she heard. Thank you for sharing.
I enjoyed this essay so much, reading in my comfy kitchen before the sun burns off the morning clouds. I walk local beaches most days, too, but on the other side of this vast country in Southern California. Despite the dividing distance, we see and hear and feel many of the same wonders. And as aging women, we share similar experiences (although I suspect I'm a good decade further in the aging journey). I'm happy I found this this morning.
Forgive me--I thought I had replied to your lovely comment earlier. I still get a little lost in the mazey Substack!
I love the beaches of Southern California--of anywhere really. As with aging women, each has something different to offer, its own feeling that is so much more than a sum of parts.
There's nothing quite like the ocean for enabling us to think clearly. Waves of peace wash over us, if we are open to receiving them. I can feel the breeze and the sandy beach as I read. I look forward to reading where your year ahead takes you!
My Mom died at the beach. It was here favorite place on earth. She had an aneurysm. I find such great solace in knowing the ocean was the last sound she heard. Thank you for sharing.
Barri, I'm so sorry--I thought I had already replied!
Thank you for telling me about your Mom. Grief is such a long, hard journey--I wish you every blessing along your way.
I enjoyed this essay so much, reading in my comfy kitchen before the sun burns off the morning clouds. I walk local beaches most days, too, but on the other side of this vast country in Southern California. Despite the dividing distance, we see and hear and feel many of the same wonders. And as aging women, we share similar experiences (although I suspect I'm a good decade further in the aging journey). I'm happy I found this this morning.
Forgive me--I thought I had replied to your lovely comment earlier. I still get a little lost in the mazey Substack!
I love the beaches of Southern California--of anywhere really. As with aging women, each has something different to offer, its own feeling that is so much more than a sum of parts.
I hope this Sunday is treating you well!
There's nothing quite like the ocean for enabling us to think clearly. Waves of peace wash over us, if we are open to receiving them. I can feel the breeze and the sandy beach as I read. I look forward to reading where your year ahead takes you!
Thank you so much, Cathy. I'm honored that you'd like to follow along.
Please forgive my tardy reply--I don't think I'm doing this Notes thing properly yet!
What a beautiful article! I would trade with you in a heartbeat; missing the sea 🌊 😄 thank you for the shoutout! I'm honoured 💕
Thanks so much, Jana!
Forgive me--I thought I had replied days ago. I really appreciate you reading and leaving such a lovely comment.
I hope you have the chance of a walk on the beach in the not too distant future!