This new year… I cruised into it, literally. I stared at the endless blue sea and thought of my connections to the ocean.
If you have parents who will spend summer vacations driving across a vast continent so you can see the Gulf, the Atlantic and the Pacific, you are one lucky little girl. Just to stand on the shore watching waves roll in… that’s poetry at any age.
To have lived on two tropical islands in two different oceans, and to have come full circle back to my landlocked home… this is almost surreal to me. For a young couple who could have been voted “most likely to never leave Portales”, the serendipitous run-ins with teaching opportunities play over in my mind more often than you might suspect.
I love this blue water. Watching it change to a bright aqua while white foam dances up to a sandy beach… this is bliss for me. Feeling the salty moist air on my face, I am transported to younger carefree days. Days of sunset boat rides, fresh catch on the grill.
The ocean, my home away from home. A little bit of my heart is always out there, somewhere beyond the sea.