tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post6507901311312539796..comments2023-11-02T04:05:19.890-07:00Comments on The Happy Sad Mama: Our RiverCharlotte's Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06664161835198688326noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post-8086014146506071952008-07-08T07:51:00.000-07:002008-07-08T07:51:00.000-07:00I can understand your craving for the beach; I cra...I can understand your craving for the beach; I crave a beach too, but at the ocean. I love where I live now, but I miss the ocean terribly. I grew up on the coast, where I saw the ocean every day, felt the breeze off the water, smelled the salty air, and heard and felt the rhythm of the waves. <BR/><BR/>I take joy in the rivers and mountains here, but I will always need the ocean. It balances me. When everything in my life seems out of whack, sitting by the water recenters me somehow. I just got back from a few days at the coast, one at the beach really soaking in the energy and rhythm of the ocean, the rest with that refreshing air and glimpses of the vast, deep blue from every turn. <BR/><BR/>As I sit in my stuffy humid house, I wish I were there. I know that in the afternoon, the wind would shift and things would start to cool down--and if it didn't we'd go down to the beach late in the day and get some relief there. <BR/><BR/>I just got back and I'm longing again. But the river is just down the road if I need to cool off, my garden needs tending, and it is good to be home.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03533706560591305512noreply@blogger.com