The Mountains vs. The Ocean

 

 

 

I live in the mountains up North and love them like close family. My heart also belongs at the beach. If I had to choose between the two, I couldn’t!

 

I’m loyal to the steadfast mountains for they are my home. Believe it or not I never tire of their monstrous slopes and gray faces. It’s peaceful and quiet, close to nature and God. This time of year snow frosts them and driving by close to Cannon Mountain miniature skiers sway to and from down the trails. The air is as fresh as you get and while hiking you can smell wafts of pine. 

 

Then there’s the sea…

 

I don’t remember the first time that I saw the ocean or smelled it’s  salty, fishy scent. I do know that once I left it, it’s calm and soothing essence stayed in my soul. I can count on one hand how many times I visited the shore as a child and teenager but the frequency increased as I grew into a woman. Every time I walk along the sandy beach and feel the sizzling sun bake my skin and gaze at the horizon of blue and crest of white, I love it even more. 

 

As every year passes, these places remain to be a part of me. How thankful I am to love where I live in the mountains and wake up every morning as if it’s my first day here! My husband truly loves living here too but has grown to enjoy the ocean too.

 

Most of our vacations are to Ogunquit, Maine, about three and a half hours from here. It’s a wonderful seaside town with outstanding restaurants, quaint little shops, and accommodations dotting here and there. We used to take the boys with nets, sand shovels and pails bouncing around in the back of our vehicle. Windows rolled down and laughter in the air, the mountains would slowly be replaced with a lower elevation and water as far as the eye can see. 

I will never choose between the two…but continue to enjoy both places and love them both for different reasons. Isn’t that the best way to really live? 

 

IMG_2339

 

 

By the Sea

Behold!

 

image
Ogunquit, Maine

 

Crashing tides of sea

rush in with a rhythmic tune

to my breathing

I can taste salty air

while my toes bury in the balmy sand

A late August sun beats down

flighty seagulls expertly pick up clam shells

while tiny sand pipers busily dart to and fro

against the waves crest

 

 

image

 

We saunter down the sandy bar

footprints are carved in moist casts

leading somewhere

perhaps to the footbridge

or the nearby tide pool.

 

 

 

image

 

 

Joggers of all shapes and sizes dart with the tide

lets go, whispers my husband

He happily clasps my hand

and starts to run.

Just a joke and I laugh.

The mesmorizing sea encompasses us

in its presence and pure peace.

I’ve waited for two years

for it.

 

The wait seemed long and desparate

yet within minutes all was forgiven.

The ocean’s majesty heals all wounds

It’s very being fills  up my cup for another year.

 

 

imageimageAll My Best,

Heart and Soul ❤️