Ocean day I
I asked God to wake me up with the sun this morning. . . . He did. :) You know, I haven’t been on vacation is a very long time. And, with going to the doctor’s every few days for the past months, it’s such a treasure to get a break from all the IVs, injections, and so on for a while.
So, when my hand hit the door of the balcony, I almost did a flip! The ocean’s rolling waves growl and race forth and back again like in a perfectly planned pirouette traipsing upon the sand.
DAY 1! :)
Panama Beach
A rainbow umbrella greets you as you come down, toes immersed in the cotton of white sand and sea shells that span like cobblestone upon the way. Then, the sound hits, banging your ear drums. Rushing and waving, roaring and racing . . . waves.
Picture a perfect sky, so blue it makes your eyes hurt to dream about it. Clouds so fluffy angels could bounce on them for hours. And, then the sun so clear, dancing on the water that you’re sure if you could look beneath the ocean, there would be gold petals falling to the ground of sand.
Not too warm, not too cool, the waves lick your feet, then your legs, then your waist, then your arms . . . swim. Upon the sand, clear as the day before you, are the delicate drifts of the waves – their invisible wanderings contoured by the rainbow glow of sun that hits them . . . encountering the slick silver fish that race by, bumping into your heels.
Stay for a while. Rest in the rhythm of the ocean. It’s like a great heart pulses underneath it all . . . rocking you gently. God’s heart’s that way. Think about it! So many metaphors that parallel the sea and God’s heartbeat. Let your feet go, and burrow your fingers into the sinking sand that sifts around, pushing up and closing your sight from the light to hear the drifts of waves crashing against you . . . holding you. Weightless. God’s love.
Realize the sea. Time is non-existent. Life spins and spins.
The freckles pop out on my nose like crazy now. :) My green eyes sure look like they’re getting turquoise with all of the sea water. You know, when life stops whirring around like busy crazy stuff does, you get to really remember and enjoy the things you love. My passion is God, as you can tell (I hope!), and He has been teaching me about His ocean for these few moments today. Cool. Then, there’s my brain that won’t shut off for any amount of time . . . because when a writer looks out the window, you know that we’re always working with words in which to wrap an instant. Stories pour in like whirlpools flooding a river!
So, after the beautiful beach that cleared my head, shopping! And, a smoothie from Smoothie King. Caribbean Way I believe it was called, or something to that effect . . . papaya, banana, and strawberries. :) Yum! A walk down the pavilion with a new dress and sweatshirt, sipping the smoothie, shades on, and soaking up the sun makes one smile a lot. :)
Truthfully, I believe I’ve said, “I’m so happy!” about a million times. Yes! So far, so good. No doctors stalked me this far down here to draw more blood. Yay! :)
Tomorrow? Well, you know . . . I don’t know. I love not having a plan. You can do what you like. That’s a special thing to have at the moment. So many doctors have told me otherwise – you can’t . . . you can’t . . . you can’t. But, I’ve come to realize that “you can’t” measure a heart on paper. God’s wowed the doctors more than once . . . with something called life. I shouldn’t be walking around right now, but hey! God’s got something bigger planned. That brings another point to thought . . . don’t mind me, I’m just rambling away . . . As we drove through the mountains of trees and such to join the ocean, an overwhelming sensation of an impossibility yearning to become possible rammed my body. I desire more than anything to be able to run again. “You can’t,” the doctors recall. IVs would be waiting for me on that end, my small body blacking out and dying to be whole again. But, I want to. My dream is to be able to run, and not just that, but to run the marathon, to be an Olympic runner. Many have laughed at me for this, many have told me it’s impossible . . . on paper. But, I believe God is able to refresh. So, just letting Him refresh me right now. Hoping for a tomorrow to become today where running is possible. It’s my love. :)
Well, that’s all for now. Sorry if I bored you to tears.
Enjoy this moment. Breathe in each miracle. Love life. Because God loved it first.
